#king. i love you. and these musicals are about being gay

[ceratedfish24]

Thoughts on renscott or majorbeans??

MY DRAMA NERDS!!! Ren is the guy on the football team who got the lead in the play because he’s a big strong man, except everyone then found out that he’s actually really into theater and knows a lot about it. Scott got the other lead, and they ended up kissing about it. Everyone went “Oh, it’s just a showmance” and then a month passes. And then another month passes. And then the school year is over and they’re still in the honeymoon phase. And then it actually makes a lot of sense. Of course Scott would be into a football player who’s genuinely into theater and is actually a really sweet, humble, and hard working dude. Of course Ren would be into the confident and popular pretty boy who’s actually really caring and clever and knows what is and isn’t worth his time.

Also, can we talk about Simple Life? “You’re a red name.” “I am.” “You could kill people.” “I could kill you.” “But you wouldn’t want to do that.” “I don’t.” Okay. Homosexuals. Ren might not be the first person many of us would think of when it comes to Trafficblr violence, but he is Red Winter. He is the Red King. He is a loyal knight of the Fairy Fort who craves blood. Ren doesn’t usually like to fight head on, but Scott showing 0 concern or defensiveness whatsoever threw him off so hard that Ren went from wolf to puppy dog so quickly. which. might be Scott’s special talent, honestly.

Let’s make one thing clear: There is only one moment in the entire Life Series that could be evidence of the canon temperature of Scott’s hands. and. it. is. Dangthatsalongname’s Wild Life Episode 7 32:47 “Scott, you got really warm hands, by the way.”  - Rendog, Nov. 30th, 2024. (On a side note: I wanted to be sure that I got Ren’s channel name right, cause his username is “Renthedog”, so I looked him up, but the youtube search bar recommended “rendog face reveal”. I got curious and clicked it, and the first video that came up was a clip of Scott saying “he knows I’m gay, right?” in TommyInnit’s collab with Grian and Mumbo. I don’t know why. Could be a sign.) This is the only mention of the temperature of Scott’s hands. Contrary to all Smajor headcanons based on his ESMP S1, Scott has “really warm hands” at least in Wild Life.

Ren plays guitar and sings, and Scott also likes to sing. Their life would be so very full of music. Scott sings to himself in the morning while blearily making breakfast for the both of them, and Ren comes up behind him and wraps his arms around Scott’s waist. It’s too early for him, and Scott’s voice is putting him back to sleep. When Ren is tuning his guitar, Scott drops everything to listen in. Scott sings when he’s deep-cleaning the house, and Ren stands in the doorway and melts. The two of them take turns with the aux in the car, and they make playlists for each other and build playlists together. They sing each other lullabies before bed and hum old melodies while the other is brushing their teeth. Scott whisper-sings into Ren’s hair, as they fall asleep at night.

Majorbeans, okay, look. I’m not a fan of toxic relationships. I understand the appeal, but I am here for escapism where everything is good and okay. I like vanilla, and many of y’all like mint chocolate chip, basically. In other words, I’m not gonna talk about the toxic depictions of Majorbeans, because I know that I will be out of my element. It’s simply not territory that I am well versed in. However, I do particularly love Majorbeans from the angle of friends to lovers. I love the idea of Scott letting Joel get away with being more of a menace than anyone else because he trusts Joel to know where the line is and to apologize properly if he accidentally crosses it, and I so dearly love the idea of Joel knowing Scott better than anyone ever has.

When I think of Majorbeans, I think of old friends whose relationship isn’t really changed much by the labels “couple” or “boyfriends”. It was just the natural progression of their friendship. They’re still having stupid pillow fights and poking fun at each other when the other is bad at a video game. They’re still bickering about the same petty argument they had twelve years ago. They’re still competitive when pit against one another. They don’t really expect more from one another than they did before they started dating. Scott and Joel may not be the kind of couple who goes everywhere together, but they do get excited about getting to go home to one another. When they get married, it’s very literal when they say “I’m marrying my best friend”. I mean, that’s the person who gets them the best, who never judges, who knows when to be playful and when to be serious, who knows when to address an issue and when to nod and agree. That’s the person who they trust the most to be honest with them when it really matters.

To expand more on my thoughts about Scott and Joel not being the type of couple to spend every second of every day together, I’m not saying that they would get sick of each other. They’re just both generally confident enough to be fine on their own, and they’re both very competent people. I don’t think that they would worry too much about the other under typical circumstances. They’re just not super co-dependent on each other. They both value their relationship, but they naturally don’t feel a need to lean on it for validation or security. They can find what they need in themselves and their communities. Being around each other is just something they mutually treasure.

Joel and Scott are both people who like to play up their confidence, but I think that they’d be comfortable enough to be more vulnerable when it’s just the two of them. I think Scott wouldn’t bother to upkeep his appearance quite as much, though Joel still rolls his eyes and scoffs and blushes at how effortlessly and annoyingly pretty he finds Scott to be with bedhead in his laundry day clothes without make up. In turn, Joel is more earnest and forward about his intentions in his day-to-day activities when he’s talking with just Scott. Communicating properly with Scott just feels more natural in the moment, even if it makes Joel complain to Grian and Jimmy about how “grossly domestic” Scott makes him. He knows that, when making plans for the day, Scott appreciates his earnestness moreso than a bit Joel’s done a thousand times and will continue until he’s six feet under, and the bit is not so important to Joel that he would intentionally inconvenience Scott over it.

Finally, in Simple Life, Joel gave Scott a bouquet of dandelions. This is symbolic for a number of reasons. Firstly, dandelions are typically used to symbolize resilience, something that I believe both Joel and Scott to have in spades. It feels like an act of respect, for Joel to give Scott so many dandelions like that. Additionally, the way that Joel handed the dandelions off to Scott felt symbolic to me. He was just clearing his inventory to make room for an item Scott was giving him, but he also didn’t frame the action like he was just throwing his trash at Scott. It was a very practical action, something that just makes a lot of sense for their dynamic, particularly in Simple Life. Lastly, dandelions are a symbol of hope and childhood innocence. I didn’t grow up in a place with any dandelions, but, as a child, I always imagined what it might feel like to make a wish on one. To me, Joel giving Scott a bouquet of dandelions, in my little headcanon lore, was a way of saying “I wish you well, old friend”. I love that for them.

Thank you for the ask!!🩵🩵

[unliikelylovers]

also i think often about the fact that into the woods was written by gay men in 1987 and is some of the very best writing on grief ever

[sombreset]

Sorry honey I know I haven’t eaten my breakfast it’s just I can’t stop thinking about the new Baths album, and how so much of it resonated with the queer anguish I was trying to capture writing Logan in Old Soil and I don’t know what to do about it.

I wish this album came out months earlier only because I wish it plagued me Before I started writing Old Soil. Oh well! I guess it can start haunting late!

[barblaz-arts]

Hey, I was reading one of you're post and you said that you love Charlie as a protagonist. Can you elaborate why that is?

I've just always loved sweet-hearted protagonists. Steven Universe, Aang, Luz Noceda, you name it. It might be a cliche, but I'll always be a sucker for the optimistic protag who kills with kindness. They may not be realistic in some ways, because it's so much easier to remember all the shitty people out there, but truly kind people do exist and they are so strong for choosing to be kind and I love to see protagonists who have the strength to stay kind and extend that kindness to others despite all the shit the plot throws at them.

I already mentioned in that previous ask the reason why I like Charlie in particular a lot:

"... I think Emily is too sweet for Vaggie in a way that even Charlie isn't. Like, obviously Charlie's got a kind heart, but her demonic nature and her general hard-headedness and explosive temper are all things that separate her from Emily and other typical non-Exorcist angels that I can see is what really pulls Vaggie to her"

Ok so let me just elaborate on this a bit.

There's a lot of surface level reasons why I love Charlie. Her design is adorbs. Her archetype (ray of sunshine with a sad family background) is one of my favorites. Her VA is someone I've liked in a previous project(Mean Girls The Musical) and her performance as Charlie whether she's speaking or singing is just impressive and incredibly charming.

If we wanna dig deeper, I like her for the same reason I like characters like Enid Sinclair from Netflix's Wednesday; she's an amalgamation of contradictions that somehow works.

So just a quick disclaimer: I still don't think the writing for this show is "smart" nor do I think I will ever feel this way. But I do have to say that what I do like about this show is that characters were written with a lot of love, and despite the majority of the fans' claims that the creator and writers somehow dont give a shit about their main character(*cough*PROJECTION*cough) I think a lot of care and thought was put into Charlie as a character. Not a lot of WISE decisions necessarily, but the thought was there.

So if you were to ask people to describe Charlie with a few words, words that would probably come up are stuff like Happy or Energetic or Determined or Righteous or Gay or whatever. I would think those too. But other words I'd use to describe her are Stubborn and Temperamental and Prideful and REBELLIOUS, that last one being the most I think about when it comes to her.

It comes back to me seeing her as a walking contradiction. Charlie's always one thing that defies what you'd think she's supposed to be. She's a demon but she's kind. She's patient but she's irritable. She's a pushover but she's stubborn. She's no good in a fight but she has a lot of raw power. There's more to her than meets the eye and one of my favorite things about her that a lot of people may overlook is that despite the fact that she's a sweetheart is that she's rebellious and isn't afraid of standing up against authority.

Nurture-wise, being royalty very likely helped cultivate her hard-headed rebellious phase. She had a snarky emo phase for goodness sake. That spoiled rich girl definitely gave the king and queen of hell a hard time during puberty. Fortunately, she grew up to use that hard-headedness for a good cause. She's not afraid to stare down a goddamn Seraphim and tell her off on her hypocrisy because she's probably done the same to Lucifer when she was still prepubescent.

Nature-wise, the rebel in her comes from her parents, of course. Lucifer was a troublemaker who constantly tried to break away from Heaven's rigid system, while Lilith was a Strong Independent Woman who would rather leave Paradise than be objectified by the husband she didn't even choose. Freewill is a huge thing for Lucifer and Lilith, and because of this Charlie is also strong-willed, determined to do what she wants to do, even if it means getting ridiculed and disrespected for it.

Also. Don't you just love when the sweet character has another side to them that awakens when people they care about is hurt or when injustice happens? Righteous anger paired with a super power just never fails to be super cool. If you wanna know more about my thoughts regarding Charlie's temper, you can read it here

So yeah. I love Charlie a whole lot. She's cute, she's hot, she's kind, and she's cool. The whole shebang. There's a lot about her to dissect and I'm sad that people dont see that and constantly write her off as JUST the naive optimist because she's so much more than that.

[kaydensb]

Here is a link for a whole bunch of movies, TV shows and more.

Apparently on my other post about the google drive there were some issues with not being able to get the link to work. So I am making another post in the hopes this one has no issues with the link not working.

Hopefully all the prior issues with getting things to open or show up have been fixed, but if not let me know specifically what isn't working and I will try to re-upload it.

Below is a list of the things currently on my google drive, I will add more and keep updating this list periodically as things get put on the drive.

Audiobooks and Audio Dramas

Fiction

1984 By George Orwell

A Tale of Two Cities By Charles Dickens

Animal Farm By George Orwell

Bleak House By Charles Dickens

Bridgerton Series By Julia Quinn

Chemistry By Rachael Sommers

Daisy Jones and the Six By Taylor Jenkins Reid

David Copperfield By Charles Dickens

Do Not Disturb By Freida McFadden

Dracula By Bram Stoker

Eve of Man Series By Tom Fletcher & Giovanna Fletcher

Fellow Travelers By Thomas Mallon

Frankenstein By Mary Shelley

Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe By Fanny Flagg

Friends of Dorothy By Sandi Toksvig

Gone Girl By Gillian Flynn

Gothic Tales By Arthur Conan Doyle

Great Expectations By Charles Dickens

It By Stephen King

Jurassic Park By Michael Crichton

Les Misérables By Victor Hugo

Little Women By Louisa May Alcott

Mansfield Park By Jane Austen

Me Before You By Jojo Moyes

Neon Roses By Rachel Dawson

No One I Knew By A. J. McDine

Oliver Twist By Charles Dickens

Pride and Prejudice By Jane Austen

Red, White & Royal Blue By Casey McQuiston

Sense and Sensibility By Jane Austen

Should Have Known Better By A J McDine

Stranger in the Woods By Anni Taylor

The Complete Sherlock Holmes Collection By Arthur Conan Doyle

The Exorcist By William Peter Blatty

The Girl on the Train By Paula Hawkins

The Glitch By Leeanne Slade

The Great Gatsby By F. Scott Fitzgerald

The Honey Witch By Sydney J. Shields

The Invite By A. J. McDine

The Murder Game By Tom Hindle

The Picture of Dorian Gray By Oscar Wilde

The Promise You Made By A. J. McDine

The Woman in Black By Susan hill

The Wonder Boy of Whistle Stop By Fannie Flagg

The Wrong Sister By Claire Douglas

Think Again By Jacqueline Wilson

Torchwood

We Play Games by Sarah A. Denzil

When You Least Expect It By Haley Cass

Non Fiction

A Billion Years My Escape from a Life in the Highest Ranks of Scientology By Mike Rinder

All I Know Now By Carrie Hope Fletcher

Apparently There Were Complaints By Sharon Gless

Bad Gays A Homosexual History By Huw Lemmey & Ben Miller

Best Foot Forward By Adam Hills

Between the Stops By Sandi Toksvig

Beyond Belief By Jenna Miscavige

Black Mass By Gerrard O’Niell & Dick Lehr

Blown for Good - Behind the Iron Curtain of Scientology By Marc Headley

Boy From the Valleys By Luke Evans

Che Guevara By Jon Lee Anderson

Church of Lies By Flora Jessop & Paul T. Brown

Coming Up for Air By Tom Daley

Dare to Dream By Izzy Judd

David Bowie Made Me Gay - 100 Years of LGBT Music By Darryl W Bullock

Deaf Utopia By Nyle DiMarco

Escaping the Kingdom of God By J. Andrew Robinson

Fathomless Riches By Rev Richard Coles

Freddie Mercury The Definitive Biography By Lesley-Ann Jones

Friends, Lovers and the Big Terrible Thing By Matthew Perry

From Here to the Great Unknown A Memoir By Lisa Marie Presley & Riley Keough

Help I S*xted My Boss By William Hanson & Jordan North

Karma By Boy George

Letters on Love By Giovanna Fletcher

Mama’s Boy By Dustin Lance Black

Notorious by Raphael Rowe

Once upon a Tyne By Ant & Dec

Our Story By Reg and Ron Kray

Over Our Dead Bodies By Todd Harra & Kenneth McKenzie

Rainbow History Class By Hanna McElhinney

Scientology: Abuse at the Top By Amy Scobee

Sh**ged. Married. Annoyed By Chris Ramsey & Rosie Ramsey

The Church of Fear by John Sweeney

The House of My Mother By Shari Franke

The Mayor of Castro Street By Randy Shilts

The Peer and the Gangster By Daniel Smith

The Phantom Prince By Elizabeth Kendall

Under the Banner of Heaven By Jon Krakauer

Under the Bridge By Rebecca Godfrey

Documentaries and Docudramas

A Lion Called Christian

A Very British Sex Scandal

Abused By My Girlfriend

Aids - The Unheard Tapes

Alex Brooker: Disability and Me

Bad Influence: The Dark Side of Kidfluencing

Bad Influencer - The Great Insta Con

Bowie - The Man Who Changed The World

Boyzone: No Matter What

Children of the Underground

Dancing for the Devil - The 7M TikTok Cult

Daughters of the Cult

Desperately Seeking Soulmate - Escaping Twin Flames Universe

Devil in the Family: The Fall of Ruby Franke

Dinosaurs - The Final Day with David Attenborough

Dirty Pop - The Boy Band Scam

Driven - The Billy Monger Story

Escaping Polygamy

Escaping Twin Flames

Freddie Mercury - The Great Pretender

Frozen Planet

Frozen Planet II

Good Grief with Reverend Richard Coles

Hatton Garden - The Inside Story

Hell Camp - Teen Nightmare

I Am Not A Rapist

I Cut Off His Penis - The Truth Behind The Headlines

Ireland's Mother and Baby Scandal

Killing Patient Zero

Leah Remini: Scientology and the Aftermath

Lewis Capaldi - How I'm Feeling Now

Liar: The Fake Grooming Scandal

Living Every Second: The Kris Hallenga Story

Lord Montagu

Mama's Boy

Matt Willis: Fighting Addiction

Murdaugh Murders - A Southern Scandal

Murder Among the Mormons

My Wife My Abuser - Captured On Camera

Pennywise - The Story of It

Planet Earth

Planet Earth II

Queen - Days Of Our Lives

Sacred Soil - The Piney Woods School Story

Sarah Everard: The Search for Justice

Scientology: Going Clear - The Prison of Belief

Soham: The Murder of Holly & Jessica

Stolen Youth - Inside the Cult at Sarah Lawrence

Strike - An Uncivil War

Strike! The Women Who Fought Back

Striking with Pride: United at the Coalface

Surviving Amber Heard

Take Care of Maya

The Bambers : Murder at the Farm

The Boys - The Sherman Brothers' Story

The Exorcist Untold

The Family

The Krays - The Mafia Connection

The Menendez Brothers

The Millennium Dome Heist With Ross Kemp

The Movies That Made Us

The Pembrokeshire Murders - Catching the Gameshow Killer

The Program - Cons, Cults and Kidnapping

The Times of Harvey Milk

Uprising

Waco - American Apocalypse

Warren Jeffs: Prophet of Evil

Wonders of the World I Can't See

Films

A Haunting in Venice

About a Boy

All of Us Strangers

Bad Tidings

Beautiful Boy

Beautiful Thing

Beetlejuice

Boy Erased

Boys Don’t Cry

But I'm a Cheerleader

Chocolat

City of Lies

Clue

Cool Runnings

Corpse Bride

Dallas Buyers Club

Dawn of the Dead

Death on the Nile

Deck the Halls

Die Hard

Dirty Dancing

Donnie Brasco

Downton Abbey

Edward Scissorhands

Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind

Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil and Vile

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

Fried Green Tomatoes

From Hell

Gone Girl

Gremlins

Hairspray

Handsome Devil

Heathers

Heathers - The Musical

Home Alone

Hot Fuzz

How the Grinch Stole Christmas

How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days

IT

Jaws

Jingle All The Way

Jumanji

Jurassic Park

Kill Your Darlings

Kindergarten Cop

Kinky Boots

Labyrinth

Legally Blonde

Legend

Les Misérables

Les Misérables: The Staged Concert

Little Shop of Horrors

Little Women

Love Actually

Mean Girls

Midsommar

Milk

Minamata

Miracle on 34th Street

Murder on the Orient Express

Murdered for Being Different

Newsies

Oliver!

Philadelphia

Pirates of the Caribbean

Portrait of a Lady on Fire

Prayers For Bobby

Pride

Pride and Prejudice

Red, White and Royal Blue

Rent

Scarface

Scream

Scrooged

Secret Window

Shaun of the Dead

Shelter

Sister Act

Sleepy Hollow

Star Wars

Sweeney Todd - The Demon Barber of Fleet Street

The Addams Family

The Amityville Horror

The Blair Witch Project

The Conjuring

The Craft

The Crow

The Exorcist

The Full Monty

The Greatest Showman

The imitation Game

The Muppet Christmas Carol

The Nightmare Before Christmas

The Santa Clause

The Shawshank Redemption

The Sixth Sense

The Sound of Music

The Tourist

The Woman in Black

Three Men and a Baby

Three Men and a Little Lady

Titanic

Transcendence

Twister

Uncle Buck

Unicorns

West Side Story

What We Did on Our Holiday

White Christmas

Zola

Stand Up Comedy

Adam Hills

Chris McCausland

Chris Ramsey

Daniel Howell

Daniel Sloss

Dara O'Briain

Ed Byrne

Fern Brady

Greg Davies

John Bishop

Rhod Gilbert

Sarah Millican

Sean Lock

TV Shows

90210

Agatha All Along

Alan Davies: As Yet Untitled

Apple Cider Vinager

Being Human

Big Night of Musicals

Bridgerton

Celebrity Race Across the World

Criminal Minds

Cuckoo

Daisy Jones and the Six

Deadwater Fell

Desperate Housewives

Doctor Who

Downton Abbey

Dynasty

Eyewitness

Fellow Travelers

Fire Country

Good Girls

Good Omens

Good Trouble

Heartstopper

I'm a Celebrity Get Me Out of Here!

Interview with the Vampire

It's A Sin

Killing Eve

Looking

Mary & George

Mid-Century Modern

Midnight Mass

Missing You

My Family

My Wife and Kids

Nevermind the Buzzcocks

One Tree Hill

Parenthood

QI 

Queer as Folk

Shameless

Sky Med

Sleepy Hollow

Switched at Birth

Taskmaster

The Alienist

The Artful Dodger

The Clearing

The Couple Next Door

The Fosters

The Haunting of Bly Manor

The Haunting of Hill House

The Jetty

The Midnight Club

The Misinvestigations of Romesh Ranganathan

The Pembrokeshire Murders

The Perfect Couple

The Society

The Stranger

The Unofficial Science Of…

The Watcher

Torchwood

Toxic Town

Under the Banner of Heaven

Under the Bridge

Virgin River

WandaVision

White Collar

White House Farm

[sizzlingstarlightsky]

**Lend A Helping Hand

Azriel x Dorian

[Exploration @sjmprideweek]

word count: 6.5k

Summary: Looking to expand intergalactic allyship, Azriel ends up in Adarlan. Coming face to face with King Dorian Havilliard II, he must plee his case. There's something about him that brings Azriel to his knees.

** Indicates smut

CW: Pretty much a Azriel x Dorian fever dream. Gay sex. Ass eating. Oral. Shadow/ Phantom play. Just hot guys loving hot guys.

Sorry for posting so late. I had a bad cluster migraine 🖤

In the vast expanse of the cosmos, where stars danced like silver glitter on a velvet canvas, cloaked in shadows, he moved with silent grace. His eyes as piercing as twin blades, surveyed the alien terrain, searching for signs of life.

His shadows whispered secrets through the breeze of towering crystalline structures that surrounded them.

This was not the mission he had planned, nor was it the planet he had intended to visit. Somehow, during his shadow walk, the fabric of space had twisted, and he had been flung to this uncharted realm.

A flash of light in the distance caught his attention. It was unlike any natural light he had seen in his long centuries of existence.

Curiosity piqued, Azriel approached cautiously, his wings folded tight against his back to avoid detection. The light grew stronger, and the air grew thick.

As he reached the source, a grand castle loomed ahead, its towers reaching towards the heavens. The walls gleamed with a metallic glass sheen that was not of this world. Well, maybe it was as he didn't know what world he was on.

The air was alive with the sound of laughter and music that spilled from the open windows. The scent of exotic blooms filled the night, a tantalizing bouquet that beckoned him closer.

With his heart pounding in his chest, Azriel slipped into the shadows, his steps silent and swift. The castle teemed with life, guards patrolling the perimeter.

He found a window that led to a chamber bathed in candlelight. Through the cracked pane, he saw a male figure lounging on a throne, surrounded by a court of beings that were a mix of human and fae.

The man on the throne looked up, his eyes meeting Azriel's through the glass, and a knowing smirk played on his lips. It was as if he had been expecting the shadowed figure's appearance all along. The king raised a hand, gesturing for the music to pause. The room stilled, the tension thick enough to cut with a blade. Azriel's hand glued to truth teller.

"Welcome," Dorian's voice was a rich purr that seemed to resonate through the very fabric of the shadows.

Surprise flickered in Azriel's eyes before he could school them to his usual impassive mask. How had the king known he was there? His shadowy form was all but invisible unless you had the power to see it. Yet, there the king sat, staring directly at him with an amused tilt to his head.

With a silent curse, Azriel stepped out of the shadows, his form solidifying into a figure that was as much a contradiction as the realm he found himself in. He was a warrior dressed in the armor of darkness, yet there was a beauty to his sharp features and the way his moved through the night. He bowed deeply before the king.

The courtiers gasped in unison, their whispers a symphony of shock as they took in his ethereal presence. The room was a tableau of frozen figures, all eyes on the mysterious being that had just emerged from the very air itself. Dorian's smirk grew, a gleam of challenge in his gaze as he took in the newcomer.

"Who are you?" he demanded, his tone a blend of curiosity and command.

"I am Azriel," he replied, his voice a whisper of nightfall. "A wanderer who lost his way in the stars."

Dorian leaned forward, intrigue glinting in his eyes.

"Lost, you say?" He gestured to the guards who had drawn their weapons, and they lowered them, though not entirely sheathing them. "You find yourself in a peculiar place, Wanderer."

"Indeed," Azriel said, rising from his bow. "I seek only knowledge, not conflict."

Dorian's gaze was sharp, assessing the truth in Azriel's words. After a moment, he waved his hand dismissively.

"Then you shall have it." He descended from his throne, the train of his robe trailing behind him like a river of blood. "Walk with me."

The two males left the chamber, the courtiers' whispers following them. The shadows stayed silent, as if they to were as flabbergasted as their master.

As they moved through the halls of the castle, the Kings stride was purposeful. Azriel matched his pace, his eyes darting around, taking in every detail of the unfamiliar surroundings.

Dorian led him to a private study, the walls lined with ancient tomes that emitted a faint glow. The king poured them both a glass of a deep red liquid that smelled of berries and spices.

"Tell me, Wanderer," Dorian began, handing him a glass. "What is it that you wish to know?"

The question was loaded, and Azriel knew better than to reveal too much. He took the offered glass, the warmth of the liquid seeping into his palm.

"I am searching for allies. A gateway has been opened in our world. We're hoping to expand interdimensional relationships." He took a sip, the flavor rich and potent, leaving a trail of fire down his throat. "But I seem to have landed in the wrong place. Deepest apologies my king."

Dorian's smile grew, his teeth sharp.

"Dorian. I am not your king, nor do I hold dominion over the stars." He leaned back, his eyes never leaving Azriel's. "But I do enjoy a good tale of adventure and intrigue."

He took a sip of his own drink, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous light.

"Perhaps, we could help one another."

Dorian's gaze was like a caress, leaving Azriel feeling both exposed and desired. It was a sensation he was unfamiliar with, and it stirred something within him that was as unsettling as it was intoxicating. He took a moment to compose himself, the warmth of the drink spreading through his body, and set his glass down with a deliberate click.

"Your realm is fascinating," Azriel said, his voice as smooth as the liquid they sipped. "Yet, I fear my presence may bring trouble. I would not wish to impose."

Dorian's smile was knowing.

"Trouble often finds me, regardless of where I am in the universe. I suspect you're more than capable of handling whatever may come our way." He took another sip, his eyes never leaving Azriel's.

The king leaned closer, his breath warm and tantalizing. "But let us not speak of troublesome matters just yet. Where had you intended to go?"

Azriel's heart fluttered, his gaze dropping to the king's lips before he could stop it. He cleared his throat, focusing on the task at hand.

"The planet Eos."

Dorian's eyes widened, a spark of genuine interest lighting them. "Eos," he murmured, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

"I believe we've met a few residents from one of its countries. There's some beautiful creatures there."

"I have yet the pleasure of knowing," Azriel replied, his voice measured and calm, though his heart was anything but.

He took a deep breath, his scent mingling with the king's own allure.

"However, I was not brought there. Perhaps there is something else of value in our meeting."

Dorian's smile grew, a hint of amusement playing on his lips.

"Ah, the sweet scent of destiny. How could I resist such an intriguing quest?" He set his glass down and stepped closer, his hand brushing against Azriel's arm.

The contact sent a jolt through the shadowy warrior, and he felt his wings twitch involuntarily.

"I am intrigued by your quest, Wanderer, and I am a king who enjoys the company of the extraordinary."

The air between them grew charged, and Azriel had to fight the urge to lean into the king's touch.

"I appreciate your hospitality, Dorian," he said, his voice a little too husky for his own liking.

Dorian's eyes searched his, a question lurking in their depths.

"Is it just the allyship that brings you to my realm, or perhaps your shadows whisper of something else?"

The touch of Dorian's hand on his arm was like a brand, marking him in a way he hadn't expected. Azriel felt his cheeks heat slightly, a blush that was almost invisible against his pale skin. He swallowed hard, trying to find the words to explain his reaction.

"The shadows speak of many things" he hedged.

Dorian's leaned in even closer. "And do they whisper sweet nothings about the king of this realm?"

Azriel's breath hitched, the warmth from Dorian's body radiating towards him like a sun's embrace. The king's eyes searched his own, looking for something, anything that would give him a clue to the tumult of emotions he was feeling.

"Perhaps," Azriel replied, his voice a murmur that seemed to echo through the room.

The corners of Dorian's eyes crinkled with mirth.

"Perhaps," he echoed, his hand still resting lightly on Azriel's arm. "Tell me more, Wanderer. What whispers do your shadows share?"

Azriel knew he could not lie to one who could see the depths of his soul. He leaned back, breaking the connection. The loss of contact leaving a cold trail on his arm.

"They speak of a king who is both fierce and just, whose beauty is matched only by his cunning."

Dorian's smile grew into a full grin, his eyes alight with amusement. "And do you find me to your liking?"

Azriel's cheeks flushed deeper, but he held the king's gaze. "I find you...unexpected."

Dorian chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mirth. "The universe is full of unexpected delights, isn't it?" He stepped away.

He could smell the scent of his arousal, faint but unmistakable, mingling with the heady aroma of the candles that burned in the room. He hoped Dorian's senses were too preoccupied with his own thoughts to detect the subtle shift in the air.

The king's laughter was low and seductive, a sound that seemed to resonate within the very marrow of Azriel's bones.

"Unexpected indeed," he agreed, his eyes flickering over Azriel's form with a hunger that was unmistakable. "But I suspect that is what makes you all the more intriguing."

"My apologies, your majesty," Azriel said, his voice tight with restrained desire. "I did not intend to cause you any distraction."

"Nonsense," Dorian waved a hand dismissively. "And I told you to call me Dorian." He stepped closer again, his hand sliding up to Azriel's neck, his thumb tracing the line of his jaw.

The touch was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through Azriel's body. He hadn't felt such a reaction in centuries, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"What are your intentions with me?" Azriel's voice was a rasp, his eyes locked with Dorian's.

Dorian leaned in, his breath a warm caress against Azriel's cheek.

"To aid you in your quest, of course," he whispered, his lips grazing the shell of his ear. "But perhaps there are other ways in which we might be of use to each other." His hand slid down to rest over Azriel's chest, the heat of it burning through the leather armor.

Azriel closed his eyes, willing his body to calm. "Dorian, " he murmured, focusing on the task at hand.

Dorian's grip tightened, his thumb stroking the pulse point at the base of Azriel's neck. "Ah, yes," he said, his voice a warm rumble. "But tell me, why is planetary allyship so precious to you?"

Azriel's eyes snapped open, meeting the king's. "It is not for me, but for my queen. With it, she could save our realm, our people."

Dorian's gaze softened, a hint of understanding crossing his features. "A noble quest indeed," he murmured, his hand still resting on Azriel's chest. "But what of your own desires?"

"My desires are bound to my duty," Azriel said, his voice steady, though his heart was racing like a wild steed.

Dorian's hand paused, his gaze searching. "But even warriors have hearts, do they not?"

Without waiting for a response, Dorian leaned closer, his face coming to rest against the cool, unyielding surface of Azriel's chest. He inhaled deeply, his nose twitching slightly. Azriel felt his body stiffen, his heart racing as the king's breath ghosted up towards the sensitive skin of his neck. He could feel the heat of Dorian's arousal as it wafted towards him.

The shadows that clung to Azriel's form pulse with a life of their own, shifting and twitching in time with the erratic beating of his heart. His cock, usually as stoic as the rest of him, was now standing at attention, eager to explore the unknown territory of Dorian's embrace. It was an uncomfortable sensation, but he enjoyed it.

He knew the king was playing a game, and yet, the thrill of it all had Azriel entranced. Each stroke of his thumb sent a shiver down his spine, and every time he pulled away, the cold of his absence left a void that only Dorian could fill.

"Your heart beats like a caged bird," Dorian murmured, his breath hot and tantalizing against the curve of Azriel's ear. "What secrets does it hold?"

Azriel's eyes narrowed, though the corners of his lips twitched with a smirk.

"I'd tell you," he replied, his own gloved hand coming up to cover Dorian's. "But then I'd have to kill you."

Dorian's laugh was sudden and delighted, the sound of it resonating through the chamber. He pulled away from Azriel, his hand sliding down to catch the warrior's, and for a brief moment, their fingers intertwined, the warmth of the king's skin seeping through the leather. The room was alive with the sound of their mingled breaths.

"Such a deadly creature," Dorian said, his voice a caress. "But fear not, I am not so easily swayed by mere words." He leaned in closer, their faces almost touching.

"Perhaps a different form of persuasion is needed."

Without waiting for a response, Dorian's lips met Azriel's in a kiss that was as surprising as it was fierce. It was a kiss that held centuries of unknown longing.

Azriel's initial shock gave way to a surge of passion that ignited like wildfire in his veins. The shadows around them seemed to pulse and swirl in response, as if they too were caught in the intensity of the moment.

Dorian's mouth was demanding, yet gentle, as he explored the uncharted territory of Azriel's lips. The warrior's own response was a mix of reluctance and hunger, his body betraying his usual stoic demeanor. He found himself leaning into the kiss, his hands coming up to frame Dorian's face, the softness of his touch belying the strength in his grip.

The king's hands were everywhere, sliding over the leather armor that protected Azriel's body, searching for any weakness, any entry point to claim as his own.

Azriel's mind raced, torn between his duty and the undeniable attraction that pulled him closer to Dorian.

His body, however, had no such qualms, responding eagerly to the king's touch. His own hands roamed Dorian's body, finding the warmth and strength beneath the fabric of his royal garments. Their kiss grew deeper, tongues dancing together in a silent conversation of want and need.

With a sudden move, Dorian swiveled his hips, straddling Azriel's thighs as he sat on his lap. The warrior's eyes widened in surprise, his arms instinctively wrapping around the king's waist to keep him steady. The contact sent shockwaves of desire through Azriel's body as he felt Dorian's erection press against him through the layers of clothing that separated them.

The king's hands found their way under Azriel's shirt, his fingertips brushing against the taut muscles of his stomach. The touch was feather-light, yet it sent shivers up his spine. Dorian's eyes searched his, seeking permission, and with a gasp, Azriel found himself nodding, his body aching for more.

Dorian's hands grew bolder, his fingers tracing the lines of Azriel's abdomen before moving lower, teasing the edge of his pants.

But it was the shadows themselves that decided the next move. They coiled around Dorian's wrists, seemingly of their own accord, and with a sudden, almost violent tug, they ripped his crimson robe from his shoulders. It fell to the floor in a pool of fabric, leaving him bare before Azriel's eyes.

The king's chest was a sculpture of muscles, each one defined and gleaming in the candlelight. The shadows danced around them, caressing the newfound expanse of Dorian's body with dark, hungry kisses.

The sight of Dorian's bare skin was a revelation, a declaration of intent that Azriel couldn't ignore. His own hands moved almost of their own accord, tracing the lines of muscle and power that lay before him. His fingers danced along the king's collarbone, feeling the pulse of his heart beneath the warm, living flesh.

The shadows whispered sweet, seductive nothings, urging him to give in to the passion that simmered between them.

Dorian's eyes grew darker, his pupils dilating with desire. He rocked his hips against Azriel's, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through their bodies. It was new and thrilling in this uncharted territory.

"Tell me," Dorian murmured against his lips, his breath a warm promise of more to come. "Is it only your queen for whom you long?"

"It's not like that," Azriel managed to gasp out, though his mind was growing murkier by the second. "She's my brother's mate."

Dorian's eyes searched his, a hint of surprise flitting across his features before he smirked.

"Ah, I see," he said, his thumb brushing against the ring that lay hidden beneath Azriel's shirt "And your mate is?"

"I am unclaimed," Azriel replied, his voice a bare whisper, his eyes locked with Dorian's.

Dorian's smile grew, a wicked glint in his eye.

"How fortunate for us," he said, his hand moving to Azriel's chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath the leather. "For I find myself quite...taken with you."

With a trembling hand, Azriel reached up and unbuckled the strap that held his right glove in place. It fell to the floor with a soft thud. He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving Dorian's as he slowly peeled the fabric away from his left hand.

The king's eyes widened as he took in the sight of the scars that marred Azriel's flesh. His hands were a tapestry of pain.

Dorian's own hand hovered over the warrior's, a question in his eyes.

"These are not the marks of a gentle life," he murmured, his thumb tracing the jagged lines with a tenderness that sent shivers down Azriel's spine.

The shadowy warrior's breath hitched, his eyes closing briefly.

"You owe me no explanation if you do not wish to," Dorian said softly, one hand still in Azriel's.

The other against his chest, thumb tracing the frantic beat of the warrior's heart.

With a violent sureness, Azriel's eyes snapped open. He claimed Dorian's mouth once more. His hands moved with a will of their own, sliding down the king's body to grip the fabric of his pants.

The sound of Dorian's gasp was music to his ears as he found the king's hardness, stroking him through the material. The king's hips rolled against his palm, the heat of his arousal burning through the barrier.

With a sudden jerk, Dorian pulled away, his eyes blazing. He stood up, the fabric of his pants tenting outwardly.

"Not here," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Not now."

Azriel felt a pang of rejection, his hands falling to his sides. "Your majesty-"

Dorian cut him off with a look that was both fiery and commanding.

"I want you, make no mistake," he said, his voice a low rumble.

The room seemed to hold its breath as the two males stared at one another. The king reached out and traced a line along Azriel's cheek, his thumb lingering over the fullness of his lower lip.

"But this is not a meeting to be rushed, nor one to be held in the presence of prying eyes."

A thrill of anticipation shot through Azriel, his hazel eyes darkening with a need that mirrored Dorian's own lust deepened blue.

"I understand," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Dorian stepped back, the loss of contact leaving them both trembling.

"Come," he said, taking Azriel's hand in his own. "We shall continue this...discussion in private."

The warrior allowed himself to be led, his mind racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. They walked through the castle, the shadows seeming to bow before them as if acknowledging their king and the one he had chosen.

As they were approaching Dorian's chambers, Azriel felt a sudden, unexpected touch. It was as if a phantom had reached out of the darkness to cup him firmly through his pants.

He gasped, his eyes going wide as he looked down to see nothing there. His own shadows touch are a familiar comfort, this was a different force entirely.

Dorian's eyes met his, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Allow me to show you true hospitality," he murmured.

The king's chambers were as opulent as the rest of the castle, with velvet drapes and gold-leafed furnishings. The scent of exotic spices and incense filled the air, a heady mix that made Azriel's senses swim.

Dorian closed the door with a gentle click, the sound echoing in the quiet room. He turned to face Azriel, his eyes dark with want.

"Now," he said, his voice a low purr, "where were we?"

Azriel's breath caught in his throat, the phantom touch from the shadows still a lingering presence between them.

"What was that?" he asked, his voice shallow.

Dorian stepped closer, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and desire. "Im impatient, " he said, his hand tracing along Azriel's chest. "And got a little handsy."

The shadowsingers breath hitched, his body responding to the king's touch despite his confusion.

"Your... shadows," he managed to murmur.

Dorian's smile grew, his hand sliding up to rest on Azriel's chest, feeling the erratic rhythm of his heart.

"A small demonstration of my power." he said, his voice a soft purr. "A taste of what we could do."

Azriel swallowed hard, his hand shaking slightly as he reached for the buckle of his own pants. With trembling fingers, he managed to undo the clasp. The material fell away, revealing his own hardness, standing proud against his abs.

Dorian's eyes widened, his gaze dropping to take in the sight before him. "Beautiful," he murmured, his hand sliding down to wrap around Azriel's cock.

Azriel's eyes fell shut as the king's hand began to stroke him in a slow, steady rhythm that had him moaning with pleasure.

"You're so beautiful," Dorian murmured, his eyes feasting on the warrior's body.

Azriel's breath hitched, his eyes opening to meet the king's gaze. "You're not so bad yourself," he said, his voice low and husky.

Dorian's smile was all teeth as he stepped closer, his hand still working magic on Azriel's cock. He leaned in, their lips millimeters apart.

"I'm more than good," he said, his voice a dark promise.

Without waiting for a response, Dorian dropped to his knees, taking Azriel in his mouth. The warrior's head fell back with a moan, his eyes rolling back in his head. The king's mouth hot and wet, his tongue skilled and sure.

The shadows in the room grew more insistent, coiling around them both like a lover's embrace, whispering dark secrets and promises of pleasure. Azriel could feel the power of Dorian's magic, a thrumming energy that seemed to resonate with his own. His body was alight with sensation, his wings quivering with every touch and caress.

Dorian's mouth was a masterpiece of pleasure, his tongue swirling around the head of Azriel's cock before delving deeper, taking him in until he hit the back of his throat.

The sound of his moans filled the room, echoing off the high ceiling and mingling with the scent of arousal that thickened the air.

Azriel's hands found purchase in Dorian's hair, his grip tight as he fought the urge to thrust his hips forward, to fuck the king's mouth like he knew Dorian wanted. He'd never felt so out of control, so at the mercy of another's touch.

Dorian's eyes were closed in concentration, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked, the wet sounds of his ministrations adding to the symphony of pleasure. The king's hand gripped the base of Azriel's cock, his thumb tracing the vein that ran along the length of it, sending bolts of pleasure through his body.

The shadows grew bolder, wrapping around Dorian's neck, urging him on. The king's eyes snapped open, the pupils blown wide with desire. He looked up at Azriel, the challenge clear in his gaze.

Azriel met his gaze, the intensity of it making his knees wobble. He knew he was playing with fire, but the flame was so tempting. He leaned in, whispering against Dorian's ear.

"Take me, your majesty," he murmured, the words a sultry invitation that sent a shiver down the king's spine.

Dorian pulled back with a gasp, his eyes blazing. He surged to his feet, lifting Azriel off the floor with surprising strength. Their mouths crashed together again, teeth clinking and tongues dancing.

The warrior's legs wrapped around Dorian's waist, his arms around the king's neck, holding him close. The room spun around them.

Dorian's hands were everywhere, pushing fabric out of the way, seeking skin. They made it to the bed, the silken sheets whispering against their skin as Dorian laid Azriel down, his body following.

Dorian's hand found its way to Azriel's cock again, stroking him in time with their kisses. Azriel's wings, usually a symbol of his stoicism and control, fluttered behind him, betraying the tumult of emotions that raged within.

The king's kiss grew more demanding, his teeth grazing the warrior's lower lip before soothing it with a gentle suck.

"Fuck, Dorian," Azriel moaned, his body arching up into the touch. The language was crude, but the sentiment was pure and raw, a reflection of the need that clawed at him from the inside out.

The king's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched the effect he had on the stoic warrior.

"You like that?" he asked, his voice thick with lust. "You want more?"

"Yes," Azriel gasped, his body straining against Dorian's touch. "More."

The king chuckled darkly, his hand moving to undo his own pants, freeing his erection fully. He stroked himself, his grip firm and sure, his eyes never leaving the warrior's face.

"Good," he murmured. "Because I intend to give you everything."

With a sudden shift in the air, Dorian's shadowed hands coiled around Azriel's wrists, pinning them to the bed.

The warrior gasped, his eyes widening with surprise, but the thrill of it only served to heighten his arousal. He struggled against the restraints, his body begging for more. He wasn't used to being the one tied up. Let alone by darkness not of his own.

Dorian leaned over him, a feral smile playing on his lips. "I've been waiting for someone like you," he murmured, his breath hot against Azriel's neck.

He kissed along the line of his collarbone, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before moving lower. His mouth found one of the warrior's nipples, sucking hard.

Azriel's body bowed off the bed, a sound of pure pleasure ripping from his throat. He'd never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. The shadows held him tight, their grip unyielding as the king explored his body with a hunger that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Dorian's eyes gleamed with dark desire as he kissed a trail down Azriel's stomach. He reached the top of his thighs, his breath ghosting against the sensitive skin.

With a sudden, almost savage grace, Dorian pushed Azriel's legs apart and over his shoulders. The warrior's body was bared to him, vulnerable and exposed.

He took a moment to appreciate the beauty before him, the muscled thighs, the tight, puckered entrance that promised untold pleasure. He could see the tension in Azriel's body, the way his abs clenched in anticipation. The shadows around his wrists grew thicker.

Dorian leaned in, his tongue sliding out to taste the warrior's skin. He traced a line from the base of his cock to the tight ring of muscle, the heat of his breath making Azriel shiver. He pressed a kiss against it, feeling the warrior's body tense beneath him.

"Please," Azriel begged, his voice a ragged whisper. "Take me."

Dorian's smirk grew wicked as he positioned himself between the warrior's spread thighs. He reached for the nightstand, his hand emerging with a small bottle of oil that gleamed in the candlelight. He coated his fingers, watching as Azriel's eyes grew dark with need.

The king's touch was featherlight as he began to work the oil into Azriel's skin, his fingers circling his ass, teasing and pressing until the warrior's hips began to buck.

The sound of his moans grew louder, his body begging for more.

Dorian leaned down, his tongue following the path of his fingers. He licked and kissed, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin until Azriel was trembling beneath him. The warrior's breath grew ragged, his eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to hold onto some semblance of control.

But Dorian was relentless, his mouth moving closer and closer to the spot that would shatter Azriel's restraint. The tip of his tongue flicked out, teasing the tight ring before pushing inside.

The warrior's eyes shot open, his back arching off the bed with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the castle. The shadows around them swirled in a frenzy, their whispers growing louder, more insistent. Wings twitching frantically against the silken sheets.

Dorian's eyes gleamed with victory as he watched Azriel's reactions, his own desire reaching a fever pitch. He pushed his tongue in deeper, curling them to hit that special spot inside him that would have the warrior begging for release.

"Please," Azriel whimpered, his voice barely recognizable. He'd never been touched like this before, never been so thoroughly claimed by another.

Dorian's tongue swirled and stroked, his fingers joining the dance. They slid in alongside his tongue, stretching and preparing.

"Yes," Azriel moaned, his voice a broken plea.

Dorian's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he felt Azriel's body tighten around his fingers. He could feel the warrior's orgasm building, the muscles in his ass clenching and releasing as he grew closer to the edge.

"Come for me," Dorian murmured against his skin.

The words were a command and a prayer, and Azriel obeyed. He let go of the last shred of his control, his body tightening around Dorian's fingers. The king's mouth pulled away with a pop, and Azriel felt the warmth of Dorian's breath on his sensitive skin. His hips bucked upward, seeking more, desperate for the release that hovered just out of reach.

With a swift, powerful motion, Dorian flipped Azriel over onto his stomach, the shadows releasing their hold on his wrists. The warrior's wings spread out above him, casting a wide shadow across the bed. The king's hands were everywhere, smoothing down his back, gripping his hips, spreading his thighs wider apart.

Dorian positioned himself behind Azriel. The warrior's body quivered with anticipation, his breath coming in shallow pants. He could feel the heat of Dorian's cock against his ass.

The king leaned in, his breath a warm whisper against the warrior's ear. "You're mine," he said, his voice filled with possession.

The words sent a shiver down Azriel's spine as he felt the tip of Dorian's cock press against him, slick with oil and precum. He gritted his teeth, bracing himself for the burn that was to come.

With a single, powerful thrust, Dorian filled him completely, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing in the stillness of the room. Azriel's eyes squeezed shut, and a low, guttural sound tore from his throat as the king's cock stretched him wide.

"That's it," Dorian murmured, his voice as thick as him. "Take me like a good boy."

Azriel's eyes flew open, the king's words sending a fresh wave of arousal through him. He'd never been talked to like this before, and it was a heady feeling, to be dominated so completely by someone he desired so fiercely. He pushed back into Dorian's grip, the fullness of the king's cock making him feel complete.

Dorian began to move, his hips pistoning in a steady rhythm that had Azriel's eyes rolling back in his head. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure through his body, setting every nerve ending alight. The shadows in the room grew darker, their whispers louder, urging them both onward to the crescendo that waited just out of reach.

One of the king's phantom hand reached around to stroke Azriel's cock in time with his thrusts, the warrior's hips rocking back to meet him. The feeling was overwhelming. He could feel the pressure building, the tension in his balls growing tight.

"You're so fucking tight," Dorian growled, his teeth digging into Azriel's shoulder. "So perfect."

"Fuck me harder," Azriel moaned, his body moving in time with the king's relentless rhythm.

The filthy words spilling from his mouth were. All he could think about was the way Dorian's cock filled him, the way he felt claimed and owned.

Dorian's grip on Azriel's hip tightened, his nails digging into the warrior's skin as he complied with the desperate plea.

"You like that, don't you?" he taunted, his voice a dark purr. "You want me to fuck you until you scream my name?"

"Yes," Azriel hissed, his voice raw and desperate.

He'd never felt so wanton, so utterly consumed by lust. The king's words were a drug, a filthy incantation that had him writhing beneath the other male's touch.

"Fuck," Dorian groaned, his own hips snapping forward, driving into the warrior with a ferocity that left them both gasping.

"You're going to come for me," he growled, his breath hot against Azriel's ear. "You're going to come so hard you'll see the stars you came from."

"Yes! Dorian!" Azriel chanted, the word becoming a mantra as the king's cock hit that spot deep inside him that made him feel like he was flying.

The shadows around them danced, their whispers growing to a crescendo that matched the tempo of their passion.

Dorian's hand moved faster on Azriel's cock, his thumb pressing into the slit at the top, smearing his first orgasm across the sensitive head.

"You're so close," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "Come for me, my sweet warrior. Give me everything you've got."

Azriel's body tensed, his wings fluttering above him as he fought the urge to come. The king's words were like a whip, urging him on, pushing him closer to the edge.

"I'm...I'm...oh gods," he panted, his voice breaking.

"That's it," Dorian encouraged, his own breath coming in harsh pants. "Tell me how good it feels to have my cock in your tight ass."

"It's so...fucking...good," Azriel gritted out, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

"That's it," Dorian purred, his voice a sinful caress that sent shivers down Azriel's spine. "Good boy."

The warrior could feel his control slipping, his body responding to the king's filthy words like a finely tuned instrument.

"Dorian," he moaned, the name falling from his lips like a curse and a benediction all at once.

"You want it," Dorian said, his voice low and seductive. "You want to cum around my cock as I fill you up, don't you?"

"Yes," Azriel moaned, the word torn from his chest as Dorian's shadowed hand tightened even more on his cock.

The king's thrusts grew more erratic, his own control slipping as he felt the warrior's body tightening around him.

"Now," he growled, his voice a command that resonated through the very air.

With a roar that seemed to shake the stars themselves, Azriel came, his orgasm a white-hot burst of pleasure that left him trembling and weak. The shadows in the room grew darker, their whispers becoming a roar as Dorian's own climax crashed over him, his cock pulsing deep inside Azriel's ass.

The king's body went rigid, his eyes squeezed shut as he painted the warrior's insides with his seed. The feel of Dorian's release sent another wave of pleasure through Azriel, his body milking every last drop from the king.

They remained like that for a moment, panting and trembling, their hearts racing in time with the shadows that danced around them.

Dorian leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Azriel's neck, his breath hot and ragged against the warrior's skin. "You're mine," he whispered, the words a declaration that sent a thrill through Azriel's veins.

The shadows around them grew calmer, their whispers a gentle lullaby that seemed to soothe the warrior's racing heart. Dorian slid out of him, his cock still half-hard, glistening in the candlelight. He pulled Azriel up to his chest, their bodies sticky with sweat and cum.

Their breathing evened out, and the shadows grew still, as if satisfied by the union they had just witnessed. Dorian's hand stroked up and down Azriel's back, his touch gentle and soothing.

"Your's," Azriel murmured, the words a soft echo. He felt something inside him shift, something profound and undeniable. "For you, I would build a bridge between our worlds by hand."

Dorian's smile was warm and gentle, his eyes shining with an emotion that was deeper than lust.

"That wont be nessisary," he replied, his thumb brushing over the warrior's cheekbone.

With a flick of his wrist, the shadows coiled around his hand, and a ring appeared, nestled in the dark tendrils. The metal was gold with a 3 blue stones encircling one another.

"Where ever it is you have to go, promise you'll come back to me."

The room grew quiet, the shadows retreating to their corners as if to give them a moment of privacy. Dorian's heart was pounding in his chest. He hadn't meant to reveal his hand so soon, but the moment had felt right.

"What...what is that?" Azriel's voice was soft, his eyes wide as he stared at the ring.

Dorian's hand paused, his thumb tracing the band of gold. "A reminder of our allyship" he said, his voice a gentle rumble.

"But...how?" Azriel's eyes never left the ring, his mind racing, still hazy.

"I'd tell you," Dorian said with a knowing smile. "But then I'd have to kill you."

The tension in the room grew thicker than the shadows that clung to the corners. Dorian's eyes searched Azriel's, looking for any sign of betrayal, any hint that he might be a threat.

"Fate, perhaps has detoured you," Dorian said, his voice low and seductive. "Or maybe I knew you would come to me."

His eyes never left Azriel's, the intensity in them burning like the heart of a star. "Take it," he said, his voice a gentle command. "It's yours."

"I promise I'll come back." Slowly, Azriel extended his hand.

Dorian slid the ring onto his finger, the metal warm against his skin. The moment it clicked into place, the shadows grew still, the whispers fad into a peaceful hum.

"It fits," Azriel murmured, his eyes locked on the ring.

Dorian chuckled. "Just as I fit you."

@sjmprideweek thankfully the migraine left and gave me a couple days to finally make the last minute edits. I hope you're feeling better 🖤

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Robin as the polyglot she is definitely has picked up at least some sign language. And because he and Steve are thick as thieves she's taught Steve some signs, one of them being the sign for "I love you".

This would've just been a way for the two to communicate even more without saying a single word together if not for Eddie.

Eddie, who unfortunately mixed up the hand sign people do for rock and roll with the actual hand sign for "I love you". After all, it's really only the difference of a single thumb.

What this means though is that everytime Eddie says goodbye to Steve he uses what he believes to be the sign for rock and roll. And every single time, Steve blushes bright red. He's almost 96% positive that Eddie isn't actually telling him he loves him, but he doesn't know that for sure and he's never really had another guy tell him he loves him before. Especially not every time he sees him.

Eddie on the other hand has no idea of the mistake he's making. All he knows is that Steve blushes a lot around him, and he comes to incorrect conclusion that Steve the Hair Harrington, might have a crush on him, and Eddie King-of-the-freaks gay-in-small-town-America Munson, runs with it.

Soon enough he's absolutely shamelessly flirting with Steve. Just being absolutely blatant about it, to the extent that Steve's 96% starts turning into 86, 65, 52, then eventually he's more sure that Eddie is actually telling him he loves him than he is that he's not.

In classic Steve fashion he figures he might as well shoot his shot so the next time Eddie goes to leave his house after a night of smoking and playfully sniping about each other's musical opinions Eddie makes his customary rock and roll goodbye sign and Steve just pulls him down and crashes his mouth to his.

"I love you too," he gets out between pants when he finally pulls away from Eddie.

Eddie, not really actually expecting Steve to reciprocate, at least not before he'd finished his 87 step plan to woo him, can only open his mouth several times trying to process the fact that Steve kissed him before what Steve said to him catches up to his brain.

".....what?" he finally says.

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Let me know if you guys want me to finish this! It honestly was just a simple thought brought about from the fact that I didn't realize every time I'd thought I'd been making the rock and roll sign I'd actually been telling random people I loved them.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hi! I started listening to Chappell Roan after seeing a post about her on your blog, and now I'm obsessed. Could you please give me some more music recommendations? Thanks!!!

god I love this. no further specifications, just carte blanche to go hogwild and recommend anything.

you didn't even ask for any structure but I'm nothing if not constantly looking for an excuse to be extra, so I've provided one tangentially thematically related recommendation for almost song on Midwest Princess (not all of them, tumblr won't let me do more than ten audio links booo)

Femininomenon 🏍️

listen, girlies: we're NEVER going to have a femininomenon if we can't even stop talking about these mediocre boys. move along! forget about them!

Red Wine Supernova 🍷

the theme is being so horny it changes how your brain is wired.

After Midnight 💃

mom doesn't like you wearing that dress and red lipstick and dad doesn't like you bleaching your hair, but what if you just had fun?

Casual 🧜🏽‍♀️

so, you've escaped an unbearable situationship.

Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl 🛸

this is a song for the guy with the fugly jeans who didn't ask you a single question and won't dance

HOT TO GO! 🍟

I'd like to think serpentwithfeet is getting closer than those damn gloves in the same club where Chappell is trying to get to hot hands on her body. gay hands cinematic universe.

My Kink Is Karma 😈

is sitting back watching them ruin their own life not enough anymore? get proactive!

Kaleidoscope ✨

so. the relationship got Weird and now nothing will ever be the same :/

Pink Pony Club 🐎

the queer country king himself. incidentally I would KILL for Orville Peck to cover Pink Pony Club.

Guilty Pleasure 🚬

Chappell said we could go to hell but we'll probably be fine; Rina said this hell is better with you. songs for queer girlies who aren't scared of the devil, you know what I mean?

[sunflowerwinds]

this love | chapter one [h.c]

summary: your prince suitors have been driving you insane. after a scene you make at a ball, the king and queen have decided to put their foot down and have a knight look after you. knight meets princess. princess has conflicting thoughts about knight.

pairing: hazel callahan x fem!reader

contains: isabel being the sweetest girl, lonely princess who is misunderstood, knight!hazel, charming!hazel, king and queen are not the best and it won’t get better from here ://, hazel is readers gay awakening (real.), no y/n!

word count: 4.7K

a/n: everything will kind of start next chapter with hazel and reader’s beginning dynamic. this is just introducing how shitty the reader is treated and the royals beliefs.

The royal life.

The poor desired what came with royalty. Wealth, status, comfortability, security, love, and even. Whatever that may be. You envied those who weren’t a part of this life.

The corset underneath your, while stunning, uncomfortable gown suffocated you while you danced with yet another new suitor who had traveled across the seas to Rockridge Palace. Prince Jeffery Williams had been the sixth — hopefully final— prince to attend yet another one of these balls that the king and queen insisted they throw for you and your suitor to get to know one another.

Prince Jeffrey would not stop talking about himself as you slow danced and it was driving you up the wall. He was somehow incredibly louder in volume than the live orchestra.

On top of his ability to talk about all of his successes, which you were sure were entirely made up, he had wandering eyes… and hands. You shouldn’t have had to move his hands from below your hip back up to your waist as many times as you did.

After the third time and disgustingly cocky smirk, you had enough. Out of impulse, you raised your foot to slam it down onto his boot-covered one. Jeffrey let out a squeal that made you smile to yourself but quickly put on a feigned expression.

“Oh dear, Prince Jeffrey. I-I must have two left feet.” You place a hand over your heart, gasping as if you didn’t deliberately harm him.

Prince Jeffrey folded over to hold onto his now throbbing foot, face turning a beat red as he forced out a chuckle. Every other maiden and man that surrounded you both had stopped their dancing to stare and gape at the scene.

“I feel faint. I must go lie down.” Prince Jeffrey excused himself, smoothing down the front of his deep navy blue tailcoat. “Until we meet again, Princess.”

“Until then.” You bow with the fakest of smiles before clearing your throat.

Jeffrey scurried away to his guest room in the palace, his own personal guard following right behind. The music resumed, much louder than before as you locked eyes with your mother from across the grand room conversing with Jeffrey's mother.

You could feel her anger radiating through her heavy breathing and sudden excusing herself from the queen of Jeffrey’s kingdom. Other townspeople moved themselves out of the way as your mother swiftly made her way towards you.

There was a slight chance you may have gone a tad far with the aggression.

“Oh, sweet pea,” your mother sing-songs as she approaches you, hands folded elegantly in front of her torso, “Is it time for bed then?”

You knew there was a hint of anger laced in her sickenly sweet words. It wasn’t to fool you, though, but the surrounding guests. There was no fighting her, at least, at that very moment.

“Mother, I do feel quite drowsy. Would it be alright to head to bed?” You plaster on the same faux smile, sucking in a deep breath.

“I would highly suggest it. Now, go on then. I must tell these disappointed guests that the ball must come to an end.” Her smile unknowingly dropped as she ended her sentence.

You nod your heavy head, turning on your heels to make your way out of the grand ballroom to your bedroom. As you keep your head down to avoid the wandering eyes and whispers of: ‘Where’s the princess going?’ and ‘What happened with Prince Jeffrey?’. You hear footsteps trailing behind you, turning your head slightly to see the one person who could stand to be around in this entire palace.

“What did Prince Jeffrey do?” Isabel, your handmaiden and only friend, questions who as she sped up to walk side-by-side with you.

You sigh, retracting the groan that was threatening to escape.

“He was a conceited and handsy idiot just like Walter, Arthur, Abraham, Edmund, and Bennett. I couldn’t stand him, Isabel. They are quite literally all the same.”

Isabel visibly frowns, nodding along to your words. You tilt your head up to glance at the dulled hallways of the palace. Paintings of your family line hung up along the velvet red walls — four-time great-grandparents in order down to you and your elder sister; Moira.

“Well, this has already been the sixth suitor. The King and Queen already said that you had to decide by your twentieth.” Isabel carefully reminded you, fiddling with the string of the front of her simple yet beautifully fitting dress.

“That’s just it. I don’t have any desire to marry. Especially to men like that.” You seethed, approaching your high bedroom doors.

The divine vine and floral gold design decorate the dark wood. You wrapped your fingers around the handle to tug it open, grunting softly at how heavy the door was. Isabel quickly rushed to your aid, pulling the door backward. You thanked her quietly before marching into your room.

“Is there anything I can do?” Isabel kindly asked you, only wanting to make sure you were feeling okay.

“If you could just help me get out of this ridiculous dress.” You let out a groan which caused the green-eyed woman to chuckle.

“Of course, princess.” Her tone was teasing as she approached you from behind to begin undoing the laces that were keeping the corset tight on your aching body.

You huff out a soft laugh at the words as you insisted multiple times that you hated being addressed as Princess by the maidens, knights, guards, and kitchen staff that lived in the palace. Especially Isabel. She was more than just your handmaiden and personal attendant, she was your friend that you cared for.

Once she unraveled the last lace, you breathed correctly for the first time since your mother and the other maidens forced you into the constricting dress. She patted your tense back with a sigh.

“Better?”

Nodding through a soft pant, you say: “Incredibly.”

You both chuckle as you gradually sit on your large mattress.

“Anything else you may need?” Isabel questions as she stands next to you on the bed, torso meeting your temple.

Your eyes soften at her question, calming down as you take in a deep breath. You take her soft hands in yours, shaking your head.

“You’re too kind to me, Bel. I think I should just lie down now. You should rest as well before I have to endure whatever my parents will say tomorrow.” You nod, your voice is equally as gentle to her.

Isabel nodded, not having much more to add to the conversation. It was now entirely too late for either of you. The sun had been set since the ball began, the darkness taking over the once bright blue sky.

“Well, we’ll speak more in the morning.” Isabel nodded curtly, giving your hands a single squeeze.

“First thing.” You nod, releasing her hands.

Sharing one more smile, you watch as she leaves your grand room. A lonely feeling settles in your chest as you begin to undress for the night. You knew in the morning you were going to endure your mother and father’s scolding and lectures about how to not ‘embarrass their lineage’ and how ‘childish’ you were.

If you were silent enough and held your breath, you could hear the voices from the ballroom; disappointed and angry with the event ending early. Maybe you had gone too far this time with Prince Jeffrey.

No, he was not appealing by any means.

Left in your slip dress, you slowly crawl underneath the silky sheets covering your large mattress. Once your head laid down on the sheets, you fell into a familiar exhausted slumber.

You were awoken from an empty dream by the morning horns, the sun's rays beaming in through the tall windows near your bed. You sat up quickly, pushing your frizzy hair out of your face.

Without any sort of warning, you hear your bedroom door swing open. Following in were three of your usual maidens who helped you get ready in the morning. Isabel then trailed in soon after, flashing you a quick smile as you appeared extremely tired.

“Morning, princess.” All three of the maidens speak in unison causing you to quickly put on that fake persona.

“Morning, Mildred,” you nod towards Mildred; tall and blonde. “Vivian,” her baby face and dark skin shine as she bows. “Beth.” Her fiery hair shone in the sunlight as she, too, bowed in respect towards you.

“The king and queen have called you in to share some crucial news in the throne room,” Mildred speaks up, eyes boring into yours.

Your brows furrow immediately at the different choice of words. After incidents like last night, it would be the same from either of the girls: “The king and queen are requesting your presence.”

News? What news could there possibly be?

“Well, I should get dressed then. Can’t have them waiting too long.” You nod slowly, removing your now warm bed sheets from your body.

Isabel rushed to your wardrobe as Beth scurried to your side to help you out of bed.

You were exceptionally privileged and you were aware of it. Especially in these instances where you could easily dress yourself and make up your room but the maidens did it for you. It makes you feel lazy and useless.

“This dress should be perfect. Not too tight around the waist and flattering.” Isabel approached you with said dress in the palms of her hands, grinning kindly.

You trusted her so you thanked her quietly, allowing them to take over.

Within minutes, your tossed sheets were made finely by Mildred and Vivian. Isabel and Beth helped you into the dress, making sure your undergarments were hidden by the other fabrics.

The fit was quite pleasant, you must admit. The front was a bit lower than you had thought but you had rarely been so comfortable in your wardrobe without it just being those undergarments.

Your natural hair flowed down and over your shoulders, a black ribbon tied to keep half of it out of your face. A few flyways escaped but you enjoyed how it frames your face. The girls clamored around you, hands on every part of your dress to smooth out wrinkles.

God forbid the princess appear imperfect in any way.

Once they had finished getting you ready, they left the room, leaving you and Isabel to walk down the beautifully decorated halls to make your way to where your presence was requested.

“Do you have any idea what this news could be?” You mutter softly, eyes locked on Isabel’s side profile.

“I’m not sure if it’s true but apparently in the late of the night, the king and queen discussed assigning a knight to look over you,” Isabel whispered as her eyes darted to the line of knights that were passing by the two of you.

The metal clanked as they walked in an orderly fashion. You assumed it was for training as they tended to take about two hours to train before standing in their assigned places around the castle.

“Look over me?” You asked in disbelief.

You weren’t a toddler that needed to be looked after. You already felt your blood boiling as you were approaching the grand archway of the throne room.

“That was all I heard passing by Linda and Nina in the kitchen this morning.” Isabel quickly whispered.

Linda and Nina were older women in the kitchen who, although talented in the kitchen, gossiped about you constantly. You assumed it was jealousy of either your title or your youth.

Your eyes darted from the high marble archways to the gold-lined thrones that sat both of your parents. Your attitude was already set in place as you walked up just a few feet from them. The stomping of your everyday flats echoed against the floors, revealing how irritated you already were.

“Father—“ You began with annoyance laced in your tone.

“No!” His deep voice echoed, cutting you off as he slammed down his staff.

Out of the corner of your eye, Isabel flinched at the loud sound. Your breathing was heavy as you maintained eye contact with your father. He didn't scare you as he did his overly dramatic actions.

It only increased the amount of hatred you had towards him. Your mother remained silent, glancing at your father before flickering her eyes back to you.

“I am going to talk. You are going to listen and not interrupt me. I have had it with this… humiliating attitude you’ve decided to put on.” Your father seethed, a vein on his neck protruding. “Prince Jeffrey is a guest in our kingdom and you embarrassed him. This temper is childish. You will be twenty by mid-July and you’re behaving this way. Moira had not been so stubborn about her suitors as you have.”

You felt your nostrils flare as of course, he was blaming you for the way Prince Jeffrey had reacted last night. It was never a man's fault, no. Only you and your temper. Throwing you and your elder sister’s differences in your face as well wasn’t unheard of.

“You must formally apologize to both Jeffrey and the Queen effective immediately.” Your mother intervened, her tone rather calm in comparison to your father.

You remained silent, simply nodding to her words. There was no point in arguing as you knew they were going to shut you down. You watched as your parents exchanged a look before shifting in their thrones.

“Now, because of your rather upsetting actions the night prior, your mother and I have chosen a knight to make sure this doesn’t happen again.” Your father sucked in a deep breath before continuing his words. “Dame Callahan will be your knight.”

Your eyes narrowed as you heard ‘dame’ instead of ‘sir’. There were very few knights that were women so you were automatically expecting there to be a man. You knew of Sir Callahan as he was a noble knight that you’ve known since you were a child but not Dame Callahan.

“Sir Callahan has a daughter?” You question, folding your hands in front of you.

This was certainly news to you. You weren’t even aware that he had a wife to begin with, let alone a secret daughter.

“Indeed. Now, she’s only had her knight status for a year but hopefully, you’ll adapt to her professionalism. Learn from her.” Your mother answers, her brows raising at you accusingly. “She should be arriving any minute now.”

As if right on cue, you hear the horns from the guards outside echo faintly. You turn your neck to glance at the hallway that leads to the main entryway doors.

“Well,” your father cleared his throat, “Let’s go and properly greet them, yes?”

Your eyes locked with Isabel who was already peering down the hallway where you all were headed. You approach her with a forced grin, locking your arm with hers as you take your time walking towards the grand entrance. Her eyes soften as she knows you are feeling a range of emotions about this whole arrangement.

“How are you doing?” Isabel hums, trying to keep quiet as the king and queen are just a foot behind you two.

“Other than absolutely infuriated,” you suck in a deep breath, tilting your head at the freckled woman, “Alright.”

Isabel nods, not knowing what to do now. You knew you were being short but you didn't want to say something you didn't mean out of anger towards the kind woman. You simply pressed your head to hers gently to show you were listening.

“I’m sure Dame Callahan won’t be as difficult as your parents are.” Isabel sighs, keeping her volume quiet. “You might even like her. Make a new friend that isn’t me.”

You gape at her words, nudging her with your hip as you both chuckle to yourselves. You cherish these fleeting moments of joy, holding onto them to keep for your worser days.

“What are you insinuating?”

“Nothing.” Isabel shook her head, her laughter fading as the front door guards were now holding the heavy wood open.

You glanced at Isabel once more before releasing her arm to walk past the guards in their uniforms of the castle's flag colors, watching as they bowed as you and your parents passed by. You nod in response before stepping out on the open staircase, the sun’s beams burning into your skin.

Rounding the corner of the gates was a person on a dark brown horse — borderline black. You feel Isabel’s tense presence along with your father’s looming figure and your mother’s petite one.

You fixed your posture, taking in one deep breath as you awaited her arrival.

“Oh, sweet pea, this dress was not the most appropriate choice.” You hear your mother utter as she judgingly ranks her eyes up and down your frame.

“I can’t change now, Mother, so it’ll have to do.” You snarkily replied, eyes locked ahead of you.

You didn't have to be facing your mother to know she did not appreciate your response. Letting it go for now, you, your parents, and Isabel begin to wave at who you assumed to be Dame Callahan. The stranger knight tugs on the maritangle causing the horse to stop in its tracks right in front of the impressive stone steps.

Callahan begins to make her way up the steps, giving you a better look at her.

It had to have just been you, but you took in how perfect her skin appeared as she grew closer. You could feel Isabel’s eyes burning into the side of your head, clearly waiting for some sort of reaction to Dame Callahan.

First, she greeted both of your parents addressing them with their assigned greetings. Her voice was velvety, charming almost. You waited patiently for her to greet you, hands flexing anxiously by your sides. She didn't appear knight-like as all she was wearing were a pair of black boots, a simple commoner-appearing outfit, and a leather belt that held her sword in that same leather material.

“Princess,” she addresses you before kneeling on one knee, gingerly taking her hand in her gloved one. You tense as she leans her head forward to place her lips on the back of your hand.

Her eyes peer up at you, her dark lashes highlighting her alluring blue eyes. You hadn’t uttered a word yet, completely forgetting all the words you’ve ever known. Dame Callahan releases your hand once she notices how eerily still you’ve become.

“Princess, I’ve heard a lot of things about you,” Callahan speaks again, adjusting the belt on her waist to respectfully smile at you.

Has she already let go of your hand? You thought to yourself. You feel a sharp bone drive into your lower back which causes you to inhale, becoming aware of what was going on. You caress the hand that she had kissed before holding your hands in front of your hips.

“I hope they were all good things.” You reply, regaining your proper posture.

“Yes,” Dame Callahan replies, a small chuckle leaving her lips. “Though, they surely forgot to mention your beauty.”

You blink. Did she just compliment you? It could be an out-of-respect situation. Kissing up to you as you were certain that your parents weren’t that kind with informing Dame Callahan about being assigned to you.

“Oh, well,” you nod, feeling out of your own body. “Thank you, Dame Callahan.”

“Of course, Princess.” She, again, responds with such a poised attitude.

You were feeling extremely conflicted about Dame Callahan. A part of you wanted to get to know her; starting with her first name. Another part was admiring her side profile as she spoke to your father and mother. Why were you admiring her in the first place? You weren’t entirely sure.

“Well, Dame Callahan could settle into her new manor as we prepare the welcome lunch.” Your mother spoke up which caught your attention. “Sweet pea?”

You blink and turn to your mother to see her waiting impatiently for you to say something. Dame Callahan’s head was tilted with furrowed brows as you seemed to be zoning in and out of the conversation.

“Oh! Right! I can show you where you’ll be staying.” You send Dame Callahan a short grin, afraid to stare at her for too long.

The new knight nodded, respectfully bowing at both of your parents and Isabel before stepping to the side to allow you to go first. You begin to make your way down the steps as the manor for the knight's living space is a tower away from the main palace. The hot sun beeped down on your skin, a cool spring breeze brushing past your flowing hair.

The whole walk to the manor was eerily quiet. Neither you nor Dame Callahan were making any form of small talk. All you could hear were the horses huffing a few feet away in the stables, the clinking of metal from the other knights in uniform, and the chirping of the birds in the surrounding trees.

Your shoulders brushed for a mere second as she walked alongside you. You could see from your peripheral stealing glances at you like she wanted to say something but not uttering a word. To be fair, you were doing the same thing.

As you approach the large wooden door, you turn to her as you pause right in front of the entryway. She, too, pauses her steps with you, eyes locking on your face.

Why was her stare burning into you more than the sun? It felt so intense.

“This is the knight’s manor. I will see you around the lunch hour then.” You say.

Out of fear of flushing in her presence, you avoid pouring your eyes into her bright ones.

Dame Callahan nods, and a crinkle between her brows forms. “Is everything alright, princess?”

“Yes, of course. I think I’m just hungry.” You nod slowly, a nervous smile forming on your face.

Could she see right through you? It sure seemed like it. Callahan simply nods, knowing better than to press on such a matter, especially with a princess.

“Right, yes. I’ll just…” She trailed off, pointing to the door.

Your eyes followed her finger before a wave of embarrassment washed over you. A nervous laugh left your lips before nodding and waving your hand towards the door.

“Until lunch then.”

Dame Callahan’s lips quipped into a smile that seemed endearing. She placed a hand on the iron ring and tugged the door open. She bowed ever so slightly.

“Until then, princess.”

The door shut with a loud clunk, flinching at the sudden noise. For the rest of the morning, all you could think about was the way she said ‘princess’ towards you.

Lunch-time arrived in the middle of an etiquette lesson with Mrs. DuBois. The bells went off causing you instantly slouch in your seat. Your back was killing you from how aligned you were forcing onto yourself.

“We’ll continue this lesson tomorrow.” Mrs. DuBois sharply tapped at your back to get you to straighten your posture. “Though, I do not understand the point of this. You slouch so much, you are becoming a hunchback, princess.”

You send her a tight-lipped grin as you smooth down your dress. Isabel was waiting patiently for you in the corner of the room so she could walk you out.

“Lunch calls.” You force a laugh out.

Mrs. DuBois, unamused, nods before turning her back towards you and Isabel. You frown at her obvious attitude before motioning with your head towards the door. Isabel got the hint and gave Mrs. DuBois a quick goodbye.

Once they were out into the hallway, you began to chuckle with Isabel at how stuck-up Mrs.DuBois was.

“She said I have a hunchback, Bel. How dramatic is that?” You scoff, shaking your head.

“I swear, she’s never once felt an ounce of joy in her entire life.” Isabel added on, rounding the corner.

You two are giggling when you walk into the enormous dining hall. You could smell the delicious stew the staff had cooked for you all. You caught sight of Dame Callahan already sitting at the elongated table.

Right in front of your seat next to your mother.

“She’s sitting right across from me.” You slow down your feet, growing anxious to approach the table.

Isabel furrowed her brows, following your eyes to see Dame Callahan already conversing with your mother. Unable to comprehend what was wrong about that, she asks: “Is that bad?”

“No. Not necessarily. Just…” You trail off as you approach the table with Isabel.

You couldn’t even think of a valid excuse for how you felt about her place at the table. Why was she doing this to your mind? Maybe it was the thought that from this point forward, she was going to be quite literally around every corner, near you around the clock from dusk to dawn.

Sure, Isabel was already that but she had been around you for years. Dame Callahan was new and a stranger.

“Oh! Sweet pea, we were just discussing what exactly Dame Callahan will be doing whilst being your knight.” Your mother looked over at the intimidating knight, an overly friendly smile on her face.

You glance at your mother before taking your place right next to your father, Isabel sitting on the other side of you. All of the bowls of steaming hot beef stew thankfully distracted you as you patiently waited for your father to signal that it was okay to eat.

By that, you meant ‘the king always eats first.’ Once he took his first sip, you began to dig in shamelessly.

“So, Dame Callahan,” your father started, voice deep and booming.

“Yes, sir?” She perked up, eyes wide with patience.

“Your father never mentioned your name.” He plainly stated.

You, too, were curious about her first name, eyes darting over to her sharp features that were highlighted by the sun peeking in through the large windows. Her eyes flickered to you, strangely enough, before uttering her name.

“Hazel, your majesty.” She nodded, a smile forming on her perfectly pink lips.

Hazel. It suited her, you thought. Its simplicity was beautiful.

“It’s a lovely name.” You confess, sending her the least awkward smile you could muster.

Hazel’s eyes locked with yours. Her smile matched yours; genuine and kind.

“Thank you, princess.”

You break eye contact first, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of her stare. You continue eating, eyes dancing from person to person as they add to the conversation. After everyone listened to how Hazel’s journey was to the kingdom, it was around the same time that everyone was finishing up their bread and stew.

“Well, I believe this is the first time you’ve not spoken during a feast,” your father speaks up, eyes locking on yours.

“I don’t have much to say, father.” You quip.

“You’re not always that way, sadly enough.” His tone was quite obviously degrading and meant to humiliate you.

You prod your tongue into the inside of your cheek, wondering why he was starting this right now. Hazel had just arrived and he was already trying to pick a fight with you.

“Oh, your majesty, it’s alright. I think I’ve talked enough for now,” Hazel quickly buts in.

You glance at her, furrowing your brows at her unexpectedly. She was looking directly at your father for just a moment before sending you a soft look.Your father hadn’t replied back to Hazel’s quick words but you feared he might. You straighten your back and clear your throat as you stand up, smoothing down your dress

“I’m feeling full now. May I leave the dining table?” You stare expectantly at your parents, hoping they would just let you this one time.

Your mother simply nods as you turn to Isabel who had already finished her meal. She took that as a hint to leave as well, nodding respectfully towards your parents and Hazel. Her familiar arms lock with yours as you walk down the hallway to venture to your room.

“She seems nice.” Isabel spoke first, looking at you for confirmation that you felt that same way.

You didn’t know what to feel.

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[phoebebuggers]

modern party high school/college headcanons that will maybe kind of end up in my text au if i ever go back to it

mike is a tote bag user and a letterboxd fanatic!! he listens to alternative rock especially weezer but he's not a music elitist he likes pop and stuff too. he still plays dnd and i feel like he probably reads like classic fantasy book bro books u know (brandon sanderson, GOT, LOTR, prolly also like steven king and stuff which the rest of the party also like.) cat person. he is such a film bro it's obnoxious and he has to shove his letterboxd account down your throat every 5 minutes after meeting you. says he's bitter and evil but would do anything for his friends (canon.) video essay watcher. dirty-ass pair of falling apart converse at the end of their life begging for mercy that he refuses to replace. ADHD diagnosis.

will loves thrifting and coffee shops and museums but not in a performative pinteresty way he just genuinely likes these things. had an art hoe aesthetic phase around 2020 and will never live it down. subverting all gay stereotypes by not knowing anything about gay/stan twitter and being happier for it. kind of a music elitist ('can i see your spotify wrapped??') but not as much as jonathan who he learned from. still loves the smiths, the cure, etc but i think he would also be into modern indie nowadays. i feel like he would have a huge chapsticks/lip balm collection bc his lips are chapped all the time and it's just like a running joke atp. major art kid draws all the time we been knew listens to podcasts while he does art. goes to therapy

lucas is still kind of a jock but i'm kinda anti jock lucas because he will never truly fit in with them he will always be a nerd first!!!! still plays basketball tho and runs cross country (all men who run cross country are a little bit unhinged and free.) wears a hairtie on his wrist in case max needs one. kind of matches will's evil music complex from the other side with objectively good music def likes tyler, brent, frank, SZA (max likes the same their music taste kind of bled into each others.) very good social media presence like color coded feed, highlights, pinterest worthy pics etc (digital camera user.) likes to cook. chronic notes app list user. wanted to be a youtuber as a kid. type of guy to say "um, guys, that was awkward!" etc etc and everyone clocks him for it

dustin is a reddit user but not in a weird incel way in a genuinely helpful and knowledgable way. he also wanted to be a youtuber because he fucking loved matpat as a kid. he also would love the green brothers. a sneakerhead. keeps his keys on a carabiner (max tells him he looks like a lesbian.) also very up to date on pop culture like max is, probably quotes that one baron trump suitcase video daily among other things. does a few very good very niche impressions. i feel like everyone in the party is a good student but dustin is definitely the best a genuis future engineer or smth. he's the friend who always has those party games but can't read a cards against humanity card without laughing (max has to read for him)

el knows it's trash but loves reality TV (real housewives) and also glee. probably volunteers a lot. she was probably like the most boy-crazy fictional man/celebrity obsessed tween but ended up being bisexual/questioning lesbian. chronic story liker and responder so everyone thinks she's in love with them but she's actually just really nice and maybe doesn't 100% understand the social cue. she was also in theater because i want her to be her own genre of nerd maybe not in big roles because i don't see her as someone who loves being the center of attention but in ensemble. type of person to make goals like "try a new type of apple every week for a year".

max is up to date on tiktok/internet memes and kind of speaks fluent reference. probably watches real housewives and dance moms with el (will will join in occasionally for glee.) she also thrifts a lot of her clothes and has very cool style in kind of an idgaf what anyone else thinks way. huge flannel collection. does stage crew. i know she skateboards in canon and she still would but i feel like she would also do roller-derby or like speed skating or something. similar music taste to lucas but also a swiftie from a young age. had a panic at the disco phase and did crazy 2020 eyeliner (it's not a phase, mom) and will never live it down. keeps a journal. goes to therapy

bonus:

mike and max never shut the fuck up during class and always have to whisper something objectively hilarious to each other/one of their friends while the teacher is talking

will el and max have a book club where at least someone lies about having read the book every month and they spend the whole meeting gossiping and eating snacks

will forced them all to get airbuds and airbuds reacts mike listening to mcr with mildly disappointed faces and cat emojis

mike and dustin had a phase where they were really into like conspiracy theories and UFOs and cryptids and stuff

lucas bought a stanley cup with no shame because 'it's so functional'

el is an ex-larry

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rating forgetmenauts couples on ren faire cosplay ability

bigfoot and mothman- 4/10

now they may be ICONIC, but god this would be a pain. either you do it low effort and just look like a regular wedding or do it high effort and then melt bc summer is ren faire season and it will be hot. the slay value is off the charts though. maybe if they're on their honeymoon?

thomas the rhymer & his faerie queen- 9/10

Average Fairytale Man and beautiful ethereal faeire queen is such a dynamic and you wouldn't be too hard-pressed to do either of them! you could even spice it up and do hawker thomas! wouldn't stand out too much at all. 

helena and gerard-8/10

great and wonderful and beautiful. 1872 is SUCH a time period to be replicating the fashions of. absolutely gorgeous. vampires are inherently pretty too. however they have exactly Zero defining features other than vampire so have fun with that.

the rusalka and the shepherd girl- 10/10

this would go SO hard. shepherd girl-esque outfits and humanoid fantasy creatures are both ren fest staples and i am just reiterating how UNNECESSARILY HARD THIS WOULD GO. no complaints. perfect.

persephone and hades- 7/10

i mean. iconic. beautiful for sure. however as we have discussed, summer is ren fest season, and not being together during summer is kinda their whole thing. also they're maybe the least forgetmenauts-y couple on this list bc its a retelling.

the summer king and his husband- 9/10

breathtaking. the summer king music video is so gorgeously beautiful. -1 point because in said music video the summer king does not have legs. if you're a wheelchair user disregard that last segment its an 11/10 for you. 

gay werewolfs- 2/10

if you want to either wear fursuits or do the most low effort unrecognizable cosplay ever these are the fellows for you! they have even less defining features than helena and gerard, i don't even know how you would successfully cosplay them. 

charlatan in red & foxbride- 3/10

i would LOVE to see people's interpretations of the foxbride. however a ren fest is probably not the place for that. i also feel like perhaps drawings would be better than a human for portraying that. the phrase "charlatan in red" evokes a lot of ren fest vibes though so idk! 

zombie promgoers- 5/10

now this may not fully fit the theme of ren fest but i personally would love to do this. get that sunday best into rags and tatters and dirty yourself up. the outfits would be great and it definitely wouldn't be the weirdest things there.

tam lin & lover- 4/10

i may be unsure how you would successfully do this but that won't stop me from thinking its a good idea. another song that has a set time it takes place in that is not summer, not sure how i feel about that. if you went solo as tam lin's captor though????? 10/10gorgeous perfect etc.

james & lover from cottonwood- 1/10

have fun cosplaying High School Boy.

skeletons from interlace of bones- 0/10

theyre skeletons.?

[vaskemire]

Quick analysis of the Liu Xiao PV

At first the choice of the bishop was surprising to me, cause I would have expected a queen

however then I looked a bit into the symbolism

and yeah, this does fit well, he's a character that works from the sidelines and strategizes. I do find the dyplomacy bit interesting, could relate to him trying to get lu guang to join him

In terms of the cultural interpretations, the whole PV is full of religious symbolism, so that part definitely tracks as well.

Side note, love that they picked purple for him, it's usually connected with royalty or corruption, so I wonder how that ties into everything. It also relates to the church, but there are several robe colors, so it's probably more than just that.

to pick goats, usually symbolizing lucifer, to worship him, especially combined with the previous headless angel statue, is… definitely a choice…

I do find it interesting how the goats, the headless angel (later the angel with bleeding eyes) are things which are associated with hell, meanwhile the colors, the lighting, those are associated with god and heaven.

a 10-ace straight, not much more to say besides it showing him having power

interesting how much younger he looks here, less tired, too. used to have everything very easily, but lu guang is proving to be a worthy adversary and that's taking a toll on him?

and now, speaking of lu guang

the knight piece

Again, shows Lu Guang as a worthy advercary, one he can't predict.

But the cultural interpretations are the interesting part for me

The eastern traditions could be connected to his powers and the ideals he tries to present "past or future let them be." At the same time although he messes with time, he does try to balance that, like it's said here, he changes things, but is careful with it.

With the western interpretation we have him trying to save cxs, that's the noble part, what's more the knight is also often connected with some damsel, which can be interpreted as cxs.

And about cxs, he is represented by the king piece

Although the king is crucial in chess, he also doesn't have much movement. Cheng Xiaoshi is central to the plot, but knows nothing of it, really. The king, is a piece that's targeted and vulnerable, obvious connection.

What is interesting to me is this shot

which I interpret as Liu Xiao basically saying "he will be your downfall" to Lu Guang.

And because of that, back to lu guang, this time his relationship with Liu Xiao

Previously, every time Lu Guang was refered to in music videos and just music ("Mastermind" being a prime example) by Liu Xiao, it has been in this toxic, very possessive sense. And here it's no different

He sees him as something to play with

And just like how in "Mastermind" you have this combination of hunter and pray with some, I would argue, sexual connotations, you see the same here, especially in this shot

Because the easiest way to present something sexual when it comes to gay relations in censored media is to try to use the female body as a symbol for one of the characters.

In adition we also have the line

"Would you ever want to become my friend?"

Considering what I've just said, I'm gonna say that the "friend" part is not exacly accurate, however, this lyric does show how he views all his relationships, too

With him to be revered

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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ✧·˚ ༘ * ༄

✧·˚feat: kayson mayer, jonah, xanthus claiborne, andrew marston, issac rhoades, elias, zaros athat'lin, luca pearce, rowan

✧·˚summary: this is basically just my headcanons of what kind of music each character listens to and their favorite albums since saku only really listens to soundtracks and can’t really tell what they would like (that is a joke btw i know you also listen to some kpop)

✧·˚a/n: music is a very important thing to me so i hope i did everyone justice and feel free to add your opinions as well!

kayson mayer ✧·˚ ༘ * ༄

favorite albums:

you never walk alone - bts . fine line - harry styles . hard to imagine the neighborhood ever changing - the neighborhood

okay hear me out, i definitely think kayson would be a kpop fan, not like a kpop stan more of a “i enjoy their music” more than anything. i feel like kayson isn’t huge on music but he love the slower stuff when he’s not at practice or trying to get pumped up for volleyball. he seems to have more of a moody taste in music in contrast to his more up beat personality, but i mean we all gotta cry over something.

jonah ✧·˚ ༘ * ༄

favorite albums:

HIT ME HARD AND SOFT - billie eilish . currents - tame impala . brat - charli xcx

this bitch definitely loves billie eilish. only man i know that definitely cries to ‘what was i made for?’ besides kayson maybe. he fucks heavy with tame impala, but not in the master manipulator why that other man fuck with it. he loves having them on in the background of streams mostly. hyper pop king, loves charli xcx and he is having a brat summer. he is definitely on tiktok so much and is very much influenced by what’s trending on the app.

xanthus claiborne ✧·˚ ༘ * ༄

favorite albums:

THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT - taylor swift . firebird suite - igor stravinsky . preacher’s daughter - ethel cain

LISTEN OKAY xanthus is the kind to never admit that he would listen to taylor swift but god damn it he loves her new album and her slower stuff she is his guilty pleasure artist for sure. okay he loves classical music but like classical music don’t really have ‘albums’ per say so i chose his favorite piece. firebird suite is something that he has adored the story that is told through the music, same with ethel cain’s preachers daughter. he loves how the music is telling a story more than anything.

andrew marston ✧·˚ ༘ * ༄

favorite albums:

something to give each other - troye sivan . being funny in a foreign language - the 1975 . harry styles - harry styles

do you feel the rush andrew? sorry. i think honestly he has always loved troye sivan, might be the repressed gay in him but who knows. a full really fond of being funny in a foreign language, loves how raw the whole album is and enjoys the slower ballads. loves the debut album of harry styles, it’s just so soft and sweet he really likes listening to it.

issac rhoades ✧·˚ ༘ * ༄

favorite albums:

cry - cigarettes after sex . laurel hell - mitski . did you know that there’s a tunnel under ocean blvd - lana del ray

bro is depressed. like i don’t know what you were expecting with him. he knows that most of the songs on the cry album are very sad but some are very sweet and he like the mix of the two. mommy issues up the wazoo so of course he listens to mitski. lana del ray is new and a bit more positive of a listen, it’s almost like someone special came into his life and change the outlook of it a bit.

elias ✧·˚ ༘ * ༄

favorite albums:

who really cares - tv girl . star boy - the weeknd . positions - ariana grande

something about this tv girl album just screams elias to me and i think he would really enjoy this album the most out of the others. of course he loves the weeknd just look at him, he is a starboy and a party monster on the weekends. this bitch loves ariana grande’s positions album so much he created a stan twitter just to defend it against the haters.

zaros athat'lin ✧·˚ ༘ * ༄

favorite albums:

the rise and fall of a midwest princess - chappell roan . MEGAN - megan thee stallion . GUTS (spilled) - olivia rodrigo

was it casual when you fought my claim? he loves chappell roan and will definitely tell you he listened to her before she blew up which in his defense he did but he doesn’t need to keep telling people that. loves megan thee stallion her new album is what he listens too before he insults the fuck outta earis. loves the range of emotions he feels when listening to olivia rodrigo, i’m convinced he’s just a teenage girl.

luca pearce ✧·˚ ༘ * ༄

favorite albums:

songs - adrianne lenker . teenage dream - katy perry . MAP OF THE SOUL : PERSONA - bts

soft baby child loves soft songs that can put his ass to sleep in less than fifteen minutes. katy perry is his favorite, teenage dream got him through college and continues to make him romanticize the crap out of his relationship, as he should! he loves kpop, i just feel it in my bones that he loves persona and how happy the album is.

rowan ✧·˚ ༘ * ༄

favorite albums:

louder than bombs - the smiths . AM - arctic monkeys . the game - queen

he loves music that you could find in an old vinyl record store and these albums capture his taste perfectly in my opinion. a bit of indie here and alt rock there and you’ve got a rowan playlist that he will put on anytime he drives you anywhere.

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9 Queer Movies from the 1990s You May Not Have Heard Of

It's New Years, which means it's time for lists. And while everyone else is doing 'top X of 2023,' I've decided to list 9 queer movies from the 1990s. Why? Because I wanna. Plus, in discussions of representation, I often see folks talk about it with a heavy focus on mainstream 'Hollywood' produced movies, which leads folks to talk as though progress has been linear. As if, in the past there was no/'bad' queer representation and now there is 'good' representation. But of course it's not that simple. Plenty of amazing queer movies were produced in the past decades...they were just indie movies and thus difficult to find in a world prior to Netflix and Mubi and whatnot. But now we have streaming services, so allow me to share some of my favorites from the before times (specifically the 1990s).

Without further ado....here is an alphabetical list of queer movies from the 90s you may not have heard of (especially if you're under 30).

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Beautiful Thing (1996) (dir. Hettie Macdonald)

Before there was Heartstopper, there was Beautiful Thing. It's a story about two gay teens, one sporty and one very much not sporty...and about how they deal with pressure to come out and pressure to hide who they are. It's a very sweet coming of age story, really. However, unlike Heartstopper, in Beautiful Thing the economic class of the protagonists plays an important role in the story (the characters all live on a counsel estate in London). The characters stories are nearly as much about them being working class as it is about the two main character being gay. It's one of the first movies I ever saw about gay teens, and I loved it. I still get a wistful smile every time I hear Mama Cass Elliot's "Make Your Own Kind of Music." (cw for parental abuse)

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Edward II (1991) (dir. Derek Jarman)

The real Edward II was King of England for 20 years in the 14th century. At the end of the 16th century, Christopher Marlowe wrote a play about Edward's reign and eventual downfall. In 1991, Derek Jarman streamlined Marlowe's play and brought all the homosexual subtext between Edward and Gaveston way out front. In the film, Edward II is in prison and reflects on the events which have led him to that point. The trouble begins when Edward takes the throne and brings his exiled lover, Gaveston, back to England. All around them the rest of the aristocracy (including Edward's wife) conspire to bring Gaveston down. The movie itself is anachronistic (set in 1991), with minimal sets and costume, and staged a lot like a play. A lot of the dialogue is right out of Marlowe's play, though there are some changes to the story (notably at the end). It's honestly my favorite Derek Jarman movie, and frankly one of my favorite movies, full stop. (cw for blood, animal corpses, violent death)

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Fire (1996) (dir. Deepa Mehta)

Fire is the first film in the Elements Trilogy written and directed by Deepa Mehta. Each film in the trilogy is about different characters in India, with the connection between the three being thematic rather than plot or character. Fire is about two Indian women, Radha and Sita, who form a bond through their struggles living within a traditional "joint-family" (i.e. a family where all extended family live together and all money and resources are shared). The women in this family have very little agency and this film explores how the two main characters navigate through it. The men in this film are also repressed by the social structure in which they live, and this film spends some time looking at that as well. It's a film about queer desire between women living under patriarchy. (All the movies on this list are available on streaming services in the US, except Fire. However, I was able to find it uploaded to a random YouTube channel) (cw for someone catching on fire, brief domestic violence (a slap), and non-consensual kissing)

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Happy Together (1997) (dir. Wong Kar-wai)

In Happy Together, two men from Hong Kong travel to Argentina and eventually get stuck there when they run out of money and are unable to return home. The relationship between these two men is very tumultuous, with a lot of arguing and breaking up and getting back together. It's one of the first movies I saw in which queer folks have, just, regular ol' relationship drama - exasperated by the regular ol' struggles of life. (i cant remember if there are any content warnings i should put here; it's been a few years since i've seen it)

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Lilies (1996) (dir. John Greyson)

Lilies is a Canadian film in which a prisoner requests a bishop come to the prison to hear the prisoner's last confession. It quickly becomes clear, however, that the prisoners have something else in mind when they begin staging a play. It turns out the bishop and prisoner knew each other as teens, and the play is about the events in their lives that led up to the prisoner being put on trial. So you end up with a play-within-a-play (or rather a play-within-a-movie). The film weaves between the production staged in the prison and the memory of the events in a really fluid way. All the prisoners portray their characters in the 'memory' sections, which lends itself to some really great moments in the prison sections. And at the heart of this memory/story is a queer love story. (cw for parental abuse, murder, fire, and suicide)

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The Living End (1992) (dir. Gregg Araki)

This is a film about two young gay men who are diagnosed HIV positive. Unlike more mainstream films about HIV that came before (and after), The Living End wears its anger and pain on its sleeve. The entire world is entirely fucked up, and so these two men turn to a nihilistic outlook. The acting is just okay and some of the dialog is a bit ridiculous...but what draws me to rewatch this movie is the way that it conveys the emotion of the time. It's a ball of rage manifest on film. (cw for attempted suicide, rape, murder)

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Love is the Devil (1998) (dir. John Maybury)

One of the problems with the average biopic is that it attempts to portray a person's entire life in a single movie. Thankfully, Love is the Devil doesn't have that problem; it focuses on only 8 years of Francis Bacon's life - the time he spent with a man named George Dyer. By this point, Bacon was already an extremely famous artist (and, at least in the film, a bit of an asshole). Bacon meets Dyer as Dyer attempts to burgle Bacon's studio - and thus begins an extremely dysfunctional love affair. If you want to see Derek Jacobi and Daniel Craig portray this dysfunctional relationship, then this is the movie for you. Also, if you want to see a biopic that lets the subject of the film be portrayed as a shitty person, this is a film for you. (cw for bdsm, drug use, untreated mental illness, and suicide)

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Orlando (1992) (dir. Sally Potter)

From right out the gate, Orlando announces its queer themes by having Quentin Crisp portray Queen Elizabeth I, and Tilda Swinton portray Orlando (a man). From the first scenes it becomes clear that gender is going to be a main theme in the movie. Orlando is a young man who will never grow old and never die. He begins life in the 1500s, during Queen Elizabeth's reign, and we see him (and later, her) throughout the centuries between then and 'present' day (1992). The film is broken into thematic chunks (poetry, politics, society, etc). In each of these chunks we see Orlando's life as it reflects the social norms of the time (especially gender norms).

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Swoon (1992) (dir. Tom Kalin)

Like Rope (1948) and Compulsion (1959), Swoon is a film about the Leopold and Loeb murder. Unlike the earlier films, Swoon makes the gay relationship between Leopold and Loeb explicit. Their relationship in the film is fairly uneven, with Loeb being characterized as more of an explicit manipulator. Leopold, on the other hand, is driven more by wanting to please Leob. Complicating this dynamic is the way that Leopold is the one more interested in their sexual relationship. Is Loeb exchanging sex for help with his criminal activities? Or is Leopold committing crimes in order to elicit sex from Loeb? Or both...something a bit more complicated than either/or? The film, especially the latter half, eschews and lampoons the sensationalism of the reporting of the crime from the time. (cw for murder, blood (in black and white), and animal corpses)

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Honorable mention goes to more well-known movies I didn't put on this list, such as: But I'm a Cheerleader, Velvet Goldmine, Bound, Adventures of Priscilla Queen of the Desert, The Birdcage, To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything! Julie Newmar, My Own Private Idaho, Bent...there are actually a whole lot of queer movies from the 1990s, now that I think about it.

[tamryisk]

BroZone + Poppy & Viva headcanons!

I feel like infodumping about my headcanons for the crew so here they are!!!

Poppy:

Age: 23

Pronouns: she/her

Pansexual

Has ADHD (mainly attention deficit and hyperactivity)

She's Latina (Salvadorian, Mexican and Black)

More of a King Peppy hc but he's Salvadorian and Mexican, their mom is probably black and Mexican

Has Synesthesia (mainly being seeing color when others speak or when she hears noises)

Was a premature baby

Branch

Age: 25

Pronouns: He/him

Bisexual

Has autism

He's Black and Filipino

His common stims are flapping his hands and biting his lip

Has BPD (borderline personality disorder) due to his trauma from a young age

Had extensive singing training as a kiddo

Was nicknamed Twig cuz he was small as a baby

Quite fond of kids and finds them cute

Viva

Age: 28

Pronouns: She/they

Pansexual

Autistic and ADHD

She loves playing with people's hair, mainly Clay's

Calls Clay "Clayton" to mess with him/piss him off

Has a form of adjustment disorder and severe attachment issues (in the sense that she is constantly trying to keep those she loves in a place where she thinks is safe)

Has been singing since she could talk

Her first word was probably "music"

John Dory

Age: 45

Pronouns: He/him

Aromantic & asexual

Neurotypical

He feels forced to make sure he and his brother's are perfect just because he's the oldest

He doesn't like it when he's called bossy

Tends to speak a little too honestly (he's vv blunt)

Cares a lot for his brothers, especially Branch since he's the youngest

Not fond of kids, but loves his niece and nephews

Supports his gay brothers (Floyd and Branch) the best he can as an ace-aro (he's not interested in love but tries to for all of his brothers sake ���� but they don't mind his disinterest)

Enjoys rap and pop music, maybe even hip-hop

Bruce

Age: 40

Pronouns: he/him

Demisexual

Neurotypical

He could rant about Brandi for ages, he loves her so much

Knows sign language because one of his kids are deaf (all the brothers know sign language mainly cuz branch was nonverbal for a while and spoke with sign)

Plays bass guitar

Clay

Age: 35

Pronouns: he/they

Asexual & demiromantic

QPP's with Viva

Doesn't understand why Floyd is emo 💀

Has OCD

He LOVES *NSYNC's music and had no idea Branch was the lead singer

Loves to crochet things for Viva and now he can make things for all of his brothers

AND FINALLY MY SECOND FAVORITE BROTHER!!!!

Floyd

Age: 30

Pronouns: he/him

HE IS GAY. PERIOD. he's also demisexual!

Nearly cried when Branch came out to him, didn't stop hugging him and telling him how proud he was of his little brother

Isn't too fond that Branch had vocal training at such a young age

Autistic

He's emo, he likes emo shit and he's an emo FREAK‼️‼️‼️ (he's silly tho)

Good friends with Veneer and visits him sometimes (he's kinda scared of Velvet)

Doesn't like being stereotyped as a typical gay man

Taught Branch how to walk and speak sign language before he taught the rest of his brothers how to speak ASL (American Sign Language)

That's all I got :33 fell free to share ur headcanons in the tags if you wanna!!!!!!